Something To Think About At The Coffee Table Poem by Mary Daly

I have a few poems I'd love to relate,
They would, I think, be apt for after Eight,
But I won't.

I would love to tell people I'm sad as Hell.
That I'm swimming in grief, although no one can tell,
But I don't.

The people I know all have had sad lives,
They want to forget, have salads with chives,
And live in the now.

So, I'll try to be happy, and follow their lead,
And, who knows, I might actually succeed
And figure out how.