I wonder why the world is always smiling
when so much of our lives are so consumed with woe.
Perhaps a pessimistic view; I dare not prose:
the explanation’s long and riddled with my tears.
Well, all the world’s a-smiling, except for me.
It almost seems the world is ill - perhaps that’s so -
where everyone is gleeful, dancing to and fro –
but probably it’s me that has the malady.
Oh yes, I am an invalid – don’t come too close!
I’m leprous – crude contagion seems to be my woe.
But let me here, in sadness. Do not let me sting.
Exist in happiness; exclude me from your guild.
I will come back to join you later – save your guilt.
I hope my sadness flees, or else come rescue me.
Your poetry is so beautiful, no matter what the subject. While some sadness is, of course, part of the "human condition"--I hope you're at a generally happy place soon.
ReplyDeleteI hope so too. Thanks for the encouragement :)
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