To keep your spirits up ...
If you’re down in the mouth, something’s missing.
When your day’s heading south, just look up.
When your spring lacks its pounce, for you’re weary;
troubles all seem to mount. Then buck up.
Keep your head ever high. Meet those gazes.
With your head thus held high, your head’s up.
Keep your chin in line, too. No digressing;
fight that pout. You must keep your chin up.
If the weeds start to choke, grab your pruners.
Where the ground is all clogged, just dig up.
If your head starts to cloud, clear your vision.
Dig down deep to the roots of your soul.