There it sat
In the middle of my head,
That special gland,
That gland which controlled all emotions,
That gland where my soul lay.
The good and evil,
The positive and negative,
All held in that gland,
All held in my soul.
Then it happened,
It became diseased,
My soul was being destroyed.
But it could be cured,
I could have an operation,
Or die.
As I awakened
All had changed,
My evil thoughts had disappeared,
There was nothing negative in my life.
Life in all its glory was wonderful,
The disease had been removed,
And in that removal
All negative thoughts had gone.
I had been given a second chance,
A second chance at life,
And that life would be wonderful,
Despite all the ills that come my way.
I always find the bright side,
As I may not have,
A third chance at life.