Life is to damn short,
To obsess on trouble,
You have to sort,
The emotions that make us stumble,
Like a MS patient on a b-ball court,
You just have to bumble,
And get along and not fall short,
Of making our lives double,
In happiness that make us report,
Nothing but good that does not leave is in the rubble.
Just know that joy is coming to support,
Our lives can that make us smile big enough to see from space with Hubble!