Waking up on the right side of the bed,
It was nothing I said,
It’s just all in my head,
A dream I may have had,
That makes me the un-sad
But I wake right on up,
And fill my cup,
Drink down the morning coffee,
My soul isn’t lofty,
And full of energy,
Didn’t come from the coffeeYet a full smile,
Sets upon my face,
No matter what may come my way,
And I don’t know,
Or maybe just don’t care,
Because no matter what happens,
That smile remains there
It’s like having a good hair day,
The wind may blow,
And it may rain,
But still my hair,
Stays the same,
Looking damn good,
On my good hair days
Yet back on the topic,
Waking up on the right side of the bed,
What I wanted to say,
Has mostly been said,
Except for there must be a little secret,
Held within my head, or heart,
That will not brake,
The wonderfulness I possess,
From the days first start…

Ryan Brady OReilly
®12/13/2001