Dear Bumps

DEAR BUMPS 2 April 2016 . An innate joy I have in me that turns to dust in all I see, the little or larger bumps of life that wish to cause me inner strife. . So if you be or want to cause a kind of bump, a slam of doors, please bump away if you then must, for all those bumps will crumble to dust . and natural joy will triumph at last, till life for me is as smooth as glass for joy, you see, will outwit malice, in humble home or opulent palace . and laughter will bubble spontaneously in a heart so blessed and wing-flight free.