Wednesday, January 27, 2016

happy for years

hand out to help

sublime in the shade

of an old bending tree

yet a sorrowful mood

pervades of all

the unhappiness between

these golden days of praise

for the years finally run out

and not all hands were lent

in a spirit of aid and compassion

under smudged days of lament

as for the space beyond happiness

the numb knowledge all is never what it seems

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

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