A Year of Poems – Day 209

Do not despair
O son of man
O son of man.

The air is heavy
The sun is hot
And cares oppress
The fun away.

The mind is worn
From daily paths
And verbal litanies
Recited in these cavern halls.

Do not despair
O son of man
Though cares are hot
And fun grows heavy,

Though all around you
Despair with soft smiles,
Scream with pinkies out,
And voices soft as velvet

Do not despair,
Do not despair,
There is still this breath
Between each word

And the moment between breaths
When the air, and sun cannot reach you
And the moment after the breath
When the air grows softer.

Do not despair
O son of man
But speak softness
To a heavy world.


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