What a difference the day makes

The dying daylight greets me
As I step out of the door
My mood lifted discreetly
Yet in ways I can’t ignore
What pallid rays may reach me
Wending homeward from these trials
Clouds cover incompletely,
Filter smiles back to my eyes

The dangers of depression

Misery breeds company,
So don’t you wear a frown!
Before you know what’s hit you:
Fore-head-lines all over town.
A fashion will be started
And will catch the world alight –
Then anarchy will reign supreme
As sobbing fills the night.