Instead of drawing up a bucket list
Of golden worlds to go and lights to see,
You’ve reached a place beyond the sacred mist
Where all ambition needs must do is be.
And not one person has to even ask
To have you help them out of sorry straits;
You’re known for making light of any task,
And be that making jam or lifting weights.
The only thing at which you don’t excel
Is being happy with the life you’ve got –
As if some fiend had cast an evil spell,
Preventing you delighting in your lot.
And so you go to work with sullen mien –
The saddest person anybody’s seen.
Photo by Feodor Chistyakov on Unsplash
Darkness
