All's Ailing
I would love to complain, but,
What would I achieve by railing,
I would sadden for I'm sickly, but,
I cry to see everyone's ailing,
How shall I get across,
When none of the boats are sailing,
I worked to stand victorious,
Yet I always ended up trailing,
What, Oh what shall I come to try,
When every success ends up failing,
How to console my teary eyes,
When even the air arround me is wailing,
I hope and wait, but it is the same air,
The air I exhale and thats what I'm inhaling,
These cravings shall not cease to devour,
Still, I would not cease their tailing,
I am a fool, I am an illiterate,
And it's illiteracy thats prevailing,
Oh, Salute to you oh life,
Of what newnesses you keep unveiling...
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The ailing sees just ailing all around and ecstatic discovers only ecstasy.