Bliss

Listen, before I shun your sound advice.

You look to me as someone to better--

Someone who is helpless to the world's vice.

I can't let you speak without a letter.

The point which must be made seems clear to me:

The sun has not yet set on my choices

I must search myself through and through for me,

Instead of reaching far for these voices.

But don't think this hostility at all

If the question was posed to me about

Happiness; they have all scaled the wall.

The animals have it all figured out:

To chirp in the treetops the whole day long,

While looking at us; just singing their song.

--Joseph Mann