Most days seem really great
At least to me
And my feeble mind
Most days I think I am agreeable
At least to me
And my feeble way of seeing things
Yet, in trying my best to be agreeable
And see the best in life and in things
You find me to be annoying
To the point of driving you crazy
Or at least so you say . . .
Yet, even the worst of days seem good
At least as comparatively speaking
At least to me and my feeble mind