"Rejoice" and the world is revealing
"Grieve" and your world you'll never accept
It's better to "Rejoice"-
For as long as you have voice-
Salubrious states you'll never reject.
Yes, the danger of never "Rejoicing"
At life's minor (not major) downfalls,
Is not what you get: Repining regret,
But all Hopes that are abrupt, never tall.
No matter fey sunshine that is spurious,
You'll never take any sunshine serious,
You'll always "Regret"
-so will never project-
Those inflections that deserve to be peerless.
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