Just hold that happy thought, Peter
Just hold that happy thought, Peter,
As you walk through life's rougher terrain.
For happiness, they say, is there
Within the pain.
And though you struggle every day,
With worries, fears, and endless stress,
Just close your eyes and think of play
And let your heart do the rest.
For laughter echoes like a chime,
And joy surrounds you like a hug.
It's all just a matter of time,
Before your troubles are unplugged.
But hold that thought, young Peter dear,
For fate has other plans, it seems.
And though you grasp for happiness near,
It slips away like silvery streams.
For tragedy strikes with a heavy blow,
And heartache grips you like a vice.
And all your laughter starts to slow,
Until there's nothing left but sighs.
The world, once bright and shining bright,
Is now a bleak and dreary place.
And every day feels like a fight,
As you struggle to keep pace.
Just hold that happy thought, Peter,
And let the memories sustain.
For though the present may be bitter,
The past still holds sweet refrain.
And though your heart may ache with pain,
And tears may flow like falling rain,
Just hold that happy thought in vain,
And know that joy will come again.
Allen
He's been sleeping in my bed for the last 8 years.
When my husband is away, I let him come over.
I let him into my bed. I wrap my legs around him to forget I'm alone at night.
I lean into him. He holds me upright.
His caress is soft and he smells like clean linen... and me- much better than my husband does.
He gets tired every now and again. His caress grows unnatural, lumpy, rude.
I kick him out and I sleep alone.
And if he's gone long enough, I start to think I might be able to live without him.
But then my husband comes home
and I get the sweet relief of leaning into someone again...
So I bring him back into my bed.
Or maybe I just replace him entirely.
For someone bigger, better, softer.
I hold him and he holds me.
Allen. My darling. My body pillow.
