There is never a perfect time-
The streets are to cold,
The children to crazed,
The stars aren’t aligned,
The pollen so thick-
The outlook is grim.
There is never a perfect time-
The house isn’t sold,
The bed isn’t made,
The dog lost his mind,
The bill will constrict-
The outlook is good.
Lazarus Knix
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-never-a-perfect-time/
