How awfully sad i felt thinking of my sleeping mother in her bed
\nthat she’ll die someday
\ntho she herself always says “death is nothing to worry about,
\nfrom this life we start to another”
\nHow awfully sad I felt anyway —
\nThat have no wine to make me forget my rotting teeth is bad enough
\nbut that my whole body is rotting and my mother’s body is rotting
\ntowards death, it’s all so insanely sad.
\nI went outside in the pure dawn: but why should I be glad about
\na dawn
\nthat dawns on another rumor of war,
\nand why should I be sad: isnt the air at least pure and fresh?
\nI looked at the flowers on the bush: one of them had fallen:
\nanother was just bloomed open: neither of them were sad or glad.
\nI suddenly realized all things just come and go
\nincluding any feeling of sadness: that too will go:
\nsad today glad tomorrow: somber today drunk tomorrow:
\nwhy fret
\nso much?<\/p>\n
Everybody in the world has flaws just like me.
\nWhy should I put myself down? Which is a feeling just coming to go.
\nEverything comes and goes. How good it is!
\nEvil wars wont stay forever!
\nPleasant forms also go.
\nSince everything just comes and goes O why be sad? or glad?
\nSick today healthy tomorrow. But O I’m so sad just the same!
\nJust coming and going all over the place,
\nthe place itself coming and going.
\nWe’ll all end up in heaven anyway, together
\nin that golden eternal bliss I saw.
\nO how damned sad I cant write about it well.
\nThis is an attempt at the easy lightness of Ciardian poetry.
\nI should really use my own way.
\nBut that too will go, worries about style. About sadness.
\nMy little happy purring cat hates doors!
\nAnd sometimes he’s sad and silent, hot nose, sighs,
\nand a little heartbroken mew.
\nThere go the birds, flying west a moment.
\nWho’s going to ever know the world before it goes?<\/p>\n
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