Everybody praises him,
Still he is grim and gloomy,
As he knows in his heart that
He has a significant fault,
Which they do not know.
He tries to forget it,
But his conscience always stings him,
The sky is cloudless and blue
And the atmosphere is perfectly true,
But his inner realm is dark and murky,
For which he is unable to rejoice.
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He is unable to rejoice! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.