Welcome to the Town of Feeling

Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad,
Moved in down the street

Cautious watched them, from her window,
Wondering, which one should I meet?

Confused came in with overwhelmed and said,
"The Panics have come to town"

Then Hopeful called the carefulls,
And said that Happy was a clown.

Anxious came in with the news,
Confident had called a town meeting

To take a vote for Mayor,
And to Welcome the new neighbors to Feeling.

Feeling was a busy town,
Always on the go

Happy was voted as Feeling's Mayor,
While Confident decided to go.

Happy took the Mayors Job and took it seriously.

Thinking the town,
Would be so much better off,

If everyone were Happy.

Now Happy asked for their suggestions,
Saying yes to everyone.

Soon, Happy was out and Chaos was in,
Chaos was on the run.

Gathering the folks from Feeling,
Chaos ran from house to house,

While Bored and Lonely ran into town,
And were quiet as a mouse.

While Chaos was running with Crazy,
Happy called Confident and Calm,

They knew that Lazy was out of the question,
For it was nearly dawn.

When the two groups came together,
They wondered "Who will it ever be?"

Who would watch over the town of Feeling,
and keep it rodent free?

Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad,
Were chosen on the spot

Then balanced and joyful came to town,
They were the best house on the lot.

The people that lived in Feeling,
Well, they came and then they went

The time they had with neighbors and friends,
Was definitely time well spent.

When you find yourself in Feeling,
Remember to take it slow,

Making friends in this wonderful place,
Is the only way to go.

Mary Pat uses the recovery process to get to know her feelings in a personal way. You can too. http://www.reflectingrace.com

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