Ode to my youth

piled in little groups among my feet

my most precious memories and heart breaking lies

letters and cards from people who love me

poems I've written for people I hate

A teacher's words ringing softly in my heart;

thus it is always easier to write convincingly

about anything but joy.

Happiness poems resonate with pretense.
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  1. AnonymousNovember 22, 2005 at 9:44 AM

    mumsy....this one is OLD....late 80s early 90s and at that point in my life there was NO Happiness. Zero.

    However now I have discovered that I can write about happiness and joy. I guess one must experience it first huh?
    Comment from ckays1967 - 7/23/04 10:59 PM



    hmmm. no, not anymore. disagree here.
    Comment from merelyp - 7/23/04 9:19 PM

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