Really, I have had
worse days and some of them felt
like this, like the world was sneering
at me and my feeble attempts at joy
while also crushing every moment
for others as well, a tempo of
damage increasing worldwide.
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Yet here I am thinking I’m mired
in yet another catastrophe that
in the long run will be minimal
compared to what will be true
of so many others.
I will be thankful instead
for such small problems as these
that feel like knives now,
like scalpels cleaving into me,
and what will be left behind?
Gratitude, resolve, relief;
I hope as well the knowledge
that even as a dead man,
I was blessed,
that I did my part
to brush aside my own pain
and do what I could
in the teeth
of the sneering world.
