Walking through the dewy green carpet
Spritely Gladness grabs my living being
Whispers lightly of happiness’s doorstep
And tells of moments cheery and fleeting
Youth on the side nods her head to agree
“Don’t mourn when cheer is nearby”, she warns
“out of your hand years will fly”, Gladness tells me
“And no longer will that smile your face adorn”.
Looking for my will, I feel abandon
In this arena against gaiety and youth
Resolute in my fixed decision
To embrace Grief, I ignore their talk uncouth
Sullen Gladness and Youth cast to the side
On wet ground, my feet continue their ride.
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