It’s a bummer to complain,
especially in poetry’s domain,
where folks want to be lifted high,
helped to loving and to aspire
to transcendent nature and the rest
and bring out what in us is best.
But can one pretend that one is jolly
When all they can see is melancholy?
O turn your face to look at nature
and from its gifts select the pure.
Give up. for now, in finding love
and beauty in mankind’s trove,
for greed and sickly human pride
are rampant now and ride the tide.
Human greed and sickly pride are enough to make us all melancholy, Nan.
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Thanks. Maybe next time I can be jolly!
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I think poetry can express all emotions… and there are man reasons to be sad.
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Thanks for the comment, Bjorn!
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We all have those days when everything seems to be going wrong and we can’t pretend to be jolly. My husband’s been like that for years and it’s rubbing off on me too!
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Sounds like he’s dragging you down. That isn’t good. hanks for your response, Kim!
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I guess we just have to take some pepto head off in a new train of thought. I like your reference to nature. There’s always something good to admire there
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Thanks, Walter! Guess I’ll try and focus on “pep”. (For a moment I was thinking “pepto head” was some kind of drug!). Glad it wasn’t.
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Quick as a wink you’ll be in the pink
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I know. I am already!
Nan
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Nice sound with the end rhymes.
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