Fare Forward

Don’t think that ease is man’s natural state

Don’t expect old joy as a prize that awaits.

He has no interest in what you say

When you curse his absence:

The moon follows the sun

Just to borrow his light

And never falls when there’re clouds around

Nor should we

When what we’re watching

Evades our design.

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