Universal power of great celebrations
To lift the sad spirits into some good fortunes
As suffering people rejoice as happy loons
Frowning into smiling at the bopping actions

Who’s the sad malcontent in the raining shadows
That can’t bother to smile and needs sour bucket
To gather the manure that forms around ticket
As the stink has power in the senseless meadows

Enjoy all the moments that bring out a great joy
As life is mere seconds in a gaping Earth time
And precious as it is, don’t waste this grand sublime

Go out to celebrate, even the smallest toy
To conquer time and space within this small window
As Father Time will reach towards  hardened pillow