Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Of Upper Lips

Of Upper Lips

Now at last the worst has happened,
disaster swoops, my will to sap and
drain me of all hope to win;
so low am I my head’s aspin.

Yet my mood is not downhearted,
I feel better than when I started,
my burdens fade and fall away,
much brighter now the coming day.

You see as I have reached the nadir,
ill fortune serves to make me hardier
and I rejoice, am certain sure,
tomorrow brings my wondrous cure.

For now that I have reached the deepest
and may indeed seem done and weakest,
directional choice I have but one
and that is upward - and I shall run!


Line count: 16
Rhymed quatrains aabb
For PromptMaster! Week 1 Task Prompt
Prompt: Write about disappointment or sadness that reads strangely cheerful or upbeat.