Serenades Of Sorry Sounds Poem by John Sensele

The thrill of a deal
The drill of a seal
The shrill of happiness
Mean far more to hearts than the sulkiness

That gets in the way when we slay love
Acting as though our high horse rides above
The dignity of friends
On whom our happiness depends

Whether bucks overflow in our wallets
Or cashflow blues cry under mallets
That smash to smithereens
The pride we paint on green screens

Where our sadness struts its stuffy stuff
And friends decide they've had enough
Of the puny pride we parade
Despite sorry sounds in serenades we trade.