Happiness a Mirage

Why is the question, silence is the answer.....

It's a difficult thing, 

not knowing what the future holds. 

The ones we meet, 

and the meaning of the meeting. 

Finding love out of season, 

and nothing can be done. 

There is reason to all things, 

and each life is a thread, 

each person shaping the other. 

Why you would find someone, 

you can't be with is a cosmic joke, 

like a banquet, 

that disappears in a starving mans hands, 

water that turns to sand, 

in the throat of someone dying of thirst, 

a rainbow just out of reach, 

a mirage of happiness, 

hope is the power that keeps men out of graves....

Author's Note

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