do not liken me to the sad man
or to his sudden face,
the wrinkles on his forehead
tell a very strange story,
the goldness of his fore-teeth
tell of joys abused,
and in time due we shall know
why he never smiled to himself,
so do not liken me to owls,
for they like to keep a serious face,
when everyone is watching,
yet, they do not feign one inch of it,
but you may liken me to a hermit,
for unlike the sad man,
i've no one to notice my sadness,
so do not liken me to them
or to their saddened faces!
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