Exultant, joyful times are a bar of chocolate.
It melts with relishing prospects, dreams
And sweet exhilaration, but
Is a mere illusion, vanished
When we swallow it, leaving
Only nostalgia and ache.
But everyone has to swallow their piece,
And patiently wait till they save enough,
With time, to afford another bar.
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