Sad
A Poem
The sky is bright with the morning sun
In flowers bright the meadow clad
38 billion metric tons
Aren’t we all a little sad
Toss the ball and watch him run
Oh, how his tail does wag
He turns eleven come summer’s sun
Aren’t we all a little sad
The bills are paid, the job is good
There’s plenty to be had
Children starve in neighborhoods
Aren’t we all a little sad
Dress in color, bright and bold
Floral prints and plaid
Fifty isn’t all that old
Aren’t we all a little sad
Mountains, prairies, forests deep
This vast and beautiful land
Stolen from the Native’s keep
Aren’t we all a little sad
A sphere of brilliant blue and green
From space, there are no flags
Divided by money and wicked kings
Aren’t we all a little sad
Life is a wonder, a gift, a chance
Live it and be glad
This could be the final dance
And aren’t we all a little sad
Thank you for such a beautiful poem. I felt it deserved a response of its own:
The years roll on beneath the sun
Through all the good and all the bad
So love the ones who share the run
And do not stay too long in sad
The dog still runs across the grass
His tail aloft and spirit glad
A lesson in the present tense
And do not stay too long in sad
For time is all we truly hold
No more is promised than is had
So treasure those who walk beside
And do not stay too long in sad
We truly are all a little sad. It’s impossible not to be, I think. The melancholy in this is like a metronome.