Master of my Fate, Captain of my...Day

I am stealing this post from the book "Suzie Bitner was afraid of the Drain" by Barbara Vance.  Her poems are delightful and actually reminiscent of Shel Silverstein's work (who doesn't love Shel Silverstein???) but this one seemed corresponding to my mood and my feelings about life at the moment, especially after a great day of listening to General Conference and being inspired by the words of prophets.  I feel like I could do anything!  Unfortunately I have to go to sleep now and will probably be my usual, grumpy self in the morning.  So I thought I'd post Barbara Vance's poem and look at it tomorrow to remind me the kind of person I'd like to be.

A Good Day

“Today will be a good day,
And I will make it so–
I cannot make the sun come out;
I cannot make the flowers sprout;
I cannot make the fishes bite,
Nor blow the wind beneath my kite.
But I can wear a friendly smile
And listen to the trees a while
And laugh real loud and run real fast
And make each moment such a blast.
I can sing though skies be gray,
‘Cause I am captain of my day.”