Feb 20, 2011


In great sufferance the soul lies weary
Of gay bantering and of topics dreary
Of remembering dates
And acquainting with mates -
Such senseless amusements of society.

So seeks out my soul in the cold exile
For some warm soup and a homely lull
Away, a world I left behind
For simple things I may not find -
Does happiness live on a no man's isle?

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