Ph: Life: Shout Poem by Brian Johnston

Shout, for your life may depend on it,
Sing, for the world needs your song,
Cry and your pain's voice may benefit,
Laugh and the world strings along.

Your feelings are always life's servant,
Can carry you when times are tough…
A miracle gift that's observant,
Though you never love them enough.

Don't hide in the shadows and whimper,
Get dressed in your finest, have fun,
For no one is fooled when you simper,
Who cares if you're not number one!

If blemish detracts from perfection,
Imagine that defect is gold,
What you can embrace with affection,
Most people will fear to behold!

If life is tossed ship with no anchor,
Just turn hopeful bow toward the storm,
Our fate is a dream without rancor,
Flows better when we just conform.
 
Both storms and becalmed days are fleeting,
As fleeting as life is itself,
So welcome the gifts worth the greeting,
And put all the rest on the shelf.

Life's currency is always changing
As fate drags us through distant lands,
Our own houses need rearranging
Before we start making demands.

Bare truth is like rain without sunlight,
Is growth not Love's only design?
What batters and bares roots brings soul blight
Unless you think Dada benign.

Shout, for your life may depend on it,
Sing, for the world needs your song,
Cry and your pain's voice may benefit,
Laugh and the world strings along.