When I feel my losses outweigh my gains
There comes a secret joy into my mind
Driving off ennui in subtle ways.
Of small trivia like sipping cool lemonades
...
He slurs and burps in Marshy Fronds,
A Bandolier, all night long.
His alto Voce may be a croak,
He seems to be a happy Bloke.
...
When the sun is back to stay
In the merry, merry month of May,
The woodsy folk come out to play.
And far away and on the leas
...
Inner Sanctum Revealed
When I feel my losses outweigh my gains
There comes a secret joy into my mind
Driving off ennui in subtle ways.
Of small trivia like sipping cool lemonades
Watching hummingbirds from my kitchen window
Receiving calls on the phone by my bed,
Having milk toast for breakfast
Or chatting with friends.
Now that life is ebbing away too soon,
I take comfort in thinking of small satisfactions
And try to forget those nasty old subtractions.