Quiet Despair Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Quiet despair
getting up
Sitting down,
We are leaving tomorrow
open a bottle of beer
It ain`t cold
The fridge is defrosting
I`m old.
Have lived for 30 years
Am I excepted?
to be joyful?
Big flat
wooden flooring
I should protest
be a stubborn mule
seven floor up
not a mule in sight
I can lose the car keys
say I will arrive later.
Just now I adopted a cat
it can`t come
I feel sorrowful
cried for no reason
this afternoon,
they say I`m a fool
I agree, but know
I`m right.