Good Times

 https://youtu.be/XYROrXNSjNc?si=kquBD0qpV4f9yCF- short version

I am sure nothing compares. But I wrote Elder Corbridge a song, his dream...deeply touched. For my writing journey started in a dream. I can't carry a tune, but in my dream I was at the pulpit and the words were my own.

My dark times a plenty Have fraught me much As my history Has taught me much Of Joy and misery My efforts to live right Striving for propriety Still, darkness fell like night Foreboding with anxiety Seeking for a glimmer of light Oppressed, depressed Pacing…a meltdown in sight Praying overcome with stress Weakened, my confidence no more In my troubled sleep.. A dream A small choir had been sent forth To ease my soul with words of peace: “There are good times There a bad times But the good times Are all good” Aaaah aaaah “There are good times There a bad times But the good times Are all good”