An old man
Makes his way through the garden
To wherever in a green suit.
The fountain softly whispers.
"Here,
People are remembered."
I am told of the men
Whose names are in the stones.
Smiles come and go.
Brothers, sisters,
Lovers, humans.
They are remembered.
I am told,
"It's only as bad
As you make it."
And I might just be
A little bit wiser.
A little bit happier.
Because, you know,
Life's just not that bad.
It's never that bad.















Devious Comments
"It's only as bad
As you make it."
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i smile to direct his attention from the rest of this sinking ship.
--
Dancing in plastic shake-up snow,
Do you believe in what you want?
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