Why are you always complaining?
It’s like over your head it’s always raining.
Nothing is ever good enough.
No one can ever get it quite right.
It is doom and gloom every night.
Yelling and belly aching is your game.
You think everyone else is lame.
Don’t you know there is power in your words?
The devil is storing all your gripes in his reserve.
Every complaint you have,
He is waiting for an opportunity to grab.
Waiting in the darkness to take a stab,
At all those things that bother you,
Trying to keep you sad and blue.
Choose each morning to rise up happy,
Even if your hair looks a little crappy.
Speak your words with tender care.
Take your smile out and share.
Be a light to someone today.
Get on your knees and pray.
Ask God to take away your gripe.
Ask him to fill you with his light.
The Poetic Advisor 