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








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