Keep Honing the Edge of Your Happiness
Keep honing the edge of your happiness, Friend, Though time has be-knicked the blade; No matter, the hone is worn to a nib, And most of your spit, mislaid. When sharp, it can cut through the nattering days, And glint through life's torrents of rain, Though only if rubbed with the chamois of hope, And preserved from the rusting of pain. How, practically, this can be done, is illusive - Perhaps, with a tumbril of money; T'would seem to need more than a mere metaphor To insure days perpetually sunny. Yet, it shall be noted in man's final hour, Point one in our eschatology, That he who had brandished his cheer like a sword, Had more fun than those in theology. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 12:00 PM PST, Carole Dudley 0 • 10
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"Keep honing the edge of your happiness, Friend,..."