Poem: Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten

-Happiness-

Like a kids' game of hide and seek,

Stays hidden for years long and longer,

And though it seems so tongue and cheek,

What doesn't kill me makes me stonger.

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By now I should have -Might of Gods!

With power and the strength of oxen,

Hard to believe -I am at odds.

And weakness cuts deep when woe walks-in.

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-Sadness-

Has set up camp inside my head,

The hour grows late, -its not leaving,

Thus I must live with fear and dread,

So instead of glad grins I'm grieving.

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-Hope-

I will get it back one day soon,

The seeker must find his lost treasure,

The knife and fork are with the spoon,

And happy days come back to pleasure.