Take hold of the tiller

Sometimes it’s good to feel bad
Sometimes  we rightly feel sad
Let it all float by you
Decide what you have to do
No,you are not going mad.

Life has its upside and down
Sometimes a lover may frown
Take hold of the tiller
Wild sea will not kill you
Nor will the study called brown

Let your own partner feel blue
It’s not all the fault of just you
Their life is half private
Don’t try to deny it
We all have a soul to renew.