T.V. SETS You Only Get One Of

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This is an attempt at free verse to articulate a shred of wisdom through poetry. Tell me if you like it.

Submitted: June 09, 2009

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Submitted: June 09, 2009



When you weigh a grain of weary sand

From the beach of ignorance

Against all sorrow in the world,

Which shall weigh more?

Sorrow picks not its own victims

But we pick out our own sorrow

We may have love but no life

Life but no love

We may love money and be poor

Does sorrow weigh more than happiness?

Is it such?

That happiness lets us soar among the clouds

Because we weigh so little?

And that sorrow keeps us on the ground

And makes our heads bow under the weight?

Would sand outweigh sorrow?

Would wine outwit the pain?

Happiness sprouts from change

It just so happens that sorrow sprouts from the same mother

Feels the same

Hurts the same

Loves the same

Happiness is sorrow’s sibling

And siblings are always at a constant quarrel

When one brings you up among the clouds,

The other brings you down among the rocks

So do not love happiness because you can soar with the birds

And do not hate sorrow because your face scrapes along the rocks

But understand

That one must not look to the heavens

For gold on the ground.

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