One of Those Days

Oh I can sit in my warm bed
and feel my day
has been for naught
or worse
for I have fumbled badly
with a friend
and feel unloved and distant
from my joy
and happiness that filled
the hours before
the broken minute
when it changed…

I can sit glum
and nurse an ache
within my belly
and my heart as if
forgiveness cannot be
although this friend I know
is better far than that.

But then…
I think again:
remember that the world
is darker far and full
of deeper pain than mine,
and hungers that devour
soul and mind;
overhanging death
that mocks the goodness
in a simple human heart;
and children weeping
with no thought of being heard…

And thus my little glum
amazingly absurd.


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