While I’m happy to play
In the mystery each day
There’s one little thing
Perhaps I might say;
Things are not going well
In fact it quite bad
I’m sure if you notice
It will make you quite sad-
Just the act of being mindful
Would change things around
Hearts would rest easy
Joy would abound
A few little manners
Some kindness and thought
Or notions of family
Seem all come to naught