Don’t get mad at the dealer for dealing you a crappy hand.

Won’t you always get those kinds of hands?

Don’t get angry at the wind for not blowing where you’d like.

Won’t it always toss this way and that?

Don’t rage at the sky for not raining on your garden, or for raining on your parade.

Won’t it always rain too much somewhere or not enough at all?

Don’t shake your fist at that car for coming up behind too fast, or chugging slow ahead.

Won’t someone always be just not right?

 

It’s what I do with that hand

And how I adjust my sail to the wind

And whether I water my garden or bring an umbrella to the parade.

It’s how fast I choose to go, and whether I tailgate up ahead.

That’s what makes my difference

Between happiness and sad.

That’s what makes the margin between peace of mind or mad.

© 2020 by Michael C. Just