08 Jun 00

 

 

 

Everything Plain

 

 

The luckier you are

The sadder you seem

As if to balance

All that is wonderful

You become despondent

And without energy

Is there no place

In you

Were only happiness can reign

Or must the inner balance

Always be maintained

Perhaps you would be better off

With everything plain

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III