Sad - Poem by Paul Butters
As I said this time last year,
We likely get just one taste of life.
So why do we spend so many hours
Watching daytime TV,
Engaging in petty feuds,
Following football and other trivial things
(In my particular case) .
Money worries and relationships,
Celebrity and 'news',
Such preoccupation with the mundane.
So I must turn my mind to higher peaks,
Wherever or whatever they may be.
Puzzle the Purpose
Find The Way,
Give life meaning.
Overcome that Seasonal Affective Disorder,
To brighten every day.
As we head towards The Spring,
Think on what joys that's going to bring.
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