Doctor Sunshine
Due to feeling rather down, medication was required,
So I rang Doctor Sunshine, who much happiness inspired.
“I’ll be right over,” he said, grabbing a humorous brew,
And beaming very brightly, he appeared as if on cue.
The blues had settled on me, and cruelly were pressing down,
My laughter lines and wrinkles had converted to a frown.
My chin was on the table, I had little zing and zoom,
’Till Doctor Sunshine appeared, and brightness began to bloom.
He seized a jolly syringe, jabbed me with gags, quips and puns,
’Till slowly endorphins grew, sending rays out like the sun’s.
In time he had me giggling, then laughing until I cried,
Which had me back to normal, and bubbling with joy inside.
He left me a prescription for natural remedies
That would perk one’s spirits up, and one’s ups and downs would ease.
He said to take them often, for they’d act preventively,
Referring to happy thoughts, alias, positivity.
Yes, good old Doctor Sunshine soon rescued me from the blues,
For he knew instinctively it’s mostly those thoughts we choose.
And being a kindly fellow, he never berated me,
But simply snatched some laughter and began his therapy.
We all need Doctor Sunshine to visit from time to time,
Whose bag of spirit lifters gives us shots that see us climb.
He’s such a merry fellow who’s great fun to have around,
Especially when the blues try to hassle and surround.
He knows how to treat the blues with his warming sunny rays,
That radiate cheerfulness and lighten up gloomy days.
He looks on the brighter side, sows positive energy,
And he does such very well, for that’s his practice, you see.
By Lance Landall
P.S.
Doctor Sunshine also knows, depression is not the blues,
Therefore — hellish darkness — and being down — he doesn’t confuse.
Depression’s a world of its own, a galaxy apart,
So, for those who suffer such, please have a sensitive heart.
Note: This poem can be used without the P.S. verse.
