In oft times when
My energy is low
And all I can do is mope
I recall wise words
Once said in my ear
No worries
This too shall pass.
When biorhythms
Sag down toward no
It’s okay to just sit
My body needs rest
And my soul needs
To chill
This too shall pass.
My head hangs low
My body aches
My joints are on fire
My bowls in a knot
I’m barely alive
Not moving around
This too shall pass.
The wise spirit on high
Who takes care of me
Is telling me softly
In my ringing ears
Let this wash over
Misery will mend
This too shall pass.