Disappointment



And when you’re dismayed
By the redundant vexations
That sprout up during your days,
Find again that quiet place,
In your heart of hearts, and say,
“I’ll make it through today”.
For, nary a blustery moment
Can ever make you disregard
All that you’ve ever spent,
Just to bring you to this day–
Even those odious instances
When life callously snatches back
Every wondrous, little thing
That it granted you in the past;
Because, nothing ever lasts–res
Which utterly includes meaning
That this rancid ache, you’re feeling,
Shall also come to pass.

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