Last night, I was happy when my head hit the pillow
This morning, I smiled when the sun hit my window
And I whistled as I started my day
Then people said what people will say
Then the inevitable challenges came my way
I laughed and said, Oh Hey!
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
I still haven’t learned this??
Okay
I will someday
Thank you
You relentless Way
Then I saw pain and horror
And I let it in
I held it tight
And let it be
And I took a small step
To make it right
I walked with a friend
We talked and then
It was night
And when I laid my head down
And turned off the light
I knew
That was a good day
And good days
Make
A good life
I stretch and I yawn
And see another day gone
And I smile
As my head hits the pillow
 
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About the poem:
Of all the things we learn, why aren’t we taught how to have a good life. Not how to chase a good life. Not how to make money or gain power. But how to have a single good day, every day, and thus, voila, a good life! (ps It requires no money, no special training, no friends, no good luck, no religion.)
 
About the poet:
Joan Gregerson is author of Tuning In to Inner Peace: The Surprisingly Fun Way to Transform Your Life.
 

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