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Some days augur all dark and bleak

All around dreary, grey, dark, and bleak

People once thought heroes now worse than villains

What once we thought love now no more than self

Tis not in my life so much I see

But a world so full of it, so full of scum, so full of pain

But then again some days with cheer are filled

Past clouds through rays of shine I find am able to see

There’s light in my eyes, lightness in my steps, lilt in my voice

Those who know me well hazard a guess

“He’s about mastered something new” they surmise

If joy we derive from mastery —

of what is good, noble, right, excellent

If joy we derive not from misery of others

If others’ joy ours we count as well

Fewer days of dreary, grey, and bleak we see

Eternity of utopia well within our reach

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Educator and Researcher, Believer in Spirituality, Life is serious business, but we all are pilgrims so I write about important stuff with empathy and ethos

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