I wake with joy each morning
to a beautiful new scene,
and I take strength to face the blues —
Whatever life may bring.
But my Swiss friend sees, he told me,
when he looks up or down,
“a kaleidoscope of shit”
in different shades of brown.
A farmer, he knows well
the many hues of excrement.
Cow manure and chicken poop, sheep dung,
human waste, every stinking scent.
Of course he meant he is depressed,
hopeless, tired, and gray,
no sprig of green, no sunlit beam,
can brighten up his day.
But he called to talk with me,
and we turn bad to better.
Friends and family, though worlds apart,
can keep their shit together.