Georgy Girl

 This is Bella. She's a ten-pound terrier that Barb found in a flooded ditch in 2013. Her back had been broken, and she'd been discarded.

Now she's the Alpha Dog, and fearlessly snaps at everyone. She can walk a few steps, but prefers to scoot, and she likes wearing sweaters.

Now, don't you feel dejected,

for you are not alone.

That which builders rejected 

has become the cornerstone.

People see with shadowed eyes

that emphasize their chosen part,

but God sees past the pride and lies

to look into the heart,

and seeing, knows the wealth that's there,

though ill-dressed in the meanest clothes

and suffering from real bad hair 

(and not smelling like a rose!),

but he will make of these delight,

for God's Spa Day is outta sight!

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SOMEDAY.

Someday's gotta be today,

for time it is a-wasting,

and I must be on my way 

to catch the dreams I'm chasing.

They can run really really fast,

and leave me out of breath,

and though I am not built to last,

I won't accept the death

of sitting down with lowered head

upon the dusty road.

I will push real hard instead,

and bear whatever load

and find that pot of rainbow gold

before another year gets old.

Three minutes thirty, with an interruption.

Music from The Seekers, with Georgy Girl

Sylvia really likes spa days, and could use seven of them every week.