I want to be happy
The universe looks on
With interest, I shall say.
A world without nuclear weapons
Had never seemed feasible
Until Obama's speech
But there are also other seeds of happiness
Perhaps smaller and less concrete
All over the universe
You can look for them
Why not?
One is sadness
One seed, one sadness
Who knew
Happiness grows from sadness
Speaking of nuclear weapons and war
What one attends to, ought to attend
Is not a bright future
That will come naturally
After one attends to sadness
To the darkness of one's history
The darkness of night before daybreak
Or the darkness around the stars, shining
Hurling us into the past, much of it still unforgotten
Brewing
Then there shall be breakfast
With light cereal and cream
And a happy day.
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