A Soupcon of Good Cheer

It's my nature to venture no further than saying,
“It's not such a bad day, despite everything.”
The sky's without clouds. The snow's almost
Gone. The wind's rather gusty, but, since it
Is warm, I don't find it unbearable. What, then,
Has led to me to say, “despite everything?”
Caution perhaps. It's not good to get giddy,
And also the earth on the whole remains
Wretched, a victim of monsters and misers
And pigs. I believe that I'd be being thoughtless
And cruel if I just said, “What a nice day.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-02 at 20:17

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