Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly
Let it cut more deep
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,
My need of God
Absolutely Clear.
(From HAFEZ, the Persian poet)
The Moper (Limerick)
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A fellow who frequently mopes,Moaned, “Ev’rything dashes my hopes!”He even
bewailedA self-hanging that failed:“The NEXT time, I’m learning the ropes!”
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