These Sad Things Poem by Matt Gotlieb

The senseless pain upon this world
Is grim, dark and everlasting
But hope like smoke is curled
And bent and mesmerizing

A flower pot upon my desk
Contains a glorious fern
And in the corner of my desk
Is my grand mama’s pretty urn

My heart is out for all to see
If they just look and do not touch
For in this world I know that we
Can never love or hate too much

I sit and think of these sad things
Than shake it off and spread my wings