Inanimate object, dark dusty hall
Drops from the gutter, damp on the wall
Cracks in the ceiling, sagging floor
Peeling off wallpaper, tatty and torn
Paint a bleak picture, colour it in
Pictures of grey or anything dim
Just make it dismal, capture a frown
Sometimes I think we enjoy being down
Thinking the worst, worry and strife
Instead of just simply enjoying our life
The truth of its clear, I would rather smile
Even if tinged with a tear once a while
Banish that feeling, banish that grief
As I want to be like the child that’s beneath.