The Good Days

Today’s a happier day, it’s brighter

Don’t mind the rapier’s sway, don’t fight ‘er

I get up, I go out, I get it done

I do this, I do that, and I do one

The day – it just calls for things simpler

It may yield to a less sick liver

My foot’s aloft, my chin is held high

Who needs Zoloft, I feel like a pie

Tomorrow, who knows, may be different

I will face my foes, be belligerent

No rhyme, no refrain, won’t be oh so terse

I’ll be one again with the universe

And to bed again, and again a new day dawns

Maybe to life bane, but again you show your brawns

Brother says it is not easy; this has never been the case

Bring it – hell, she was so breezy – and behold the lovely face

Living is akin to bookmaking, make no mistake

Readying for the undertaking, your odds you shape

And life doesn’t stop — the show must go on

You do the be-bop, your best suit you don