How Are You? - Poem by Jan Hauck
What a habit or custom to ask how are you,
Like a sort of parrot repeating a question.
Have you seen their faces, inwardly gasping,
When you stop and honestly answer?
They will not admit they never wanted to know.
What kind of answer, then, can I give other than
Perhaps to somebody's regret or delight,
I do not know how, I still live.
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