Come, my darling, come over
to the bright side of the road.
It's gloomy over there
and boggy and sad,
like Eeyore's 'how'.
Hold my hand, I'll take you
to the bright side of the road,
so you can turn your back
on scary shadows
lurking in corners.
Let's hold hands - you and I -
on the bright side of the road
and lift our faces to the cloudless sky
and feel the happy sun
upon our backs.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bright-side-of-the-road/
