Ah, how fragile our sense of happiness and hope!
I am writing this from the bottom
Of the barrel of well-being,
Aware of rainy nights
When everything is desired,
Nothing accomplished.
Be not greedy, I tell myself,
Count the little blessings of each moment,
Living contentment gratefully.
But to what avail.
Through thick travail
Frustration prevails.
Have I been a fool
Following a wrong trail
To not even Nowhere?
Sad feelings are cobwebs
In unvisited rooms of mind.
Laziness keeps the dust on my mental shelf
Accumulating through dismal years
And fears,
And uncryable tears.
