Work in order to be happy

we must work in order to be happy

to forge ahead on the roads we walk

it is easy to be sad and spend our days in talk

the places we have traveled since we let us from the cage

are many years unraveled worrying about our age

we should live to live,

not live to die by fabricating excuses

why, we cannot live spending time pining

for the loss of future usage

when we can spend our time,

by and by,

knowing all the places

climbing hills through gorgeous gorges weeks of love-filled faces

love that brings life to the fore,

if not the way it seems

we move along unbeaten paths to different kinds of dreams

one going up to heaven's place

the other downward stances

Sambo-faced round buttered tiger dancers

for a life we choose to live this way

like boats on lapis lazuli waters, sailing

no eye on death, our tails following us wailing

tis better to be starting something with a chance of falling rockets

than sitting on a sofa watching the news with hands in our pockets

yes, I've seen the lonely ones

putting down lovers for having fun

what would actually set them free,

being in touch with each other

like my lady and me

March 8, 2021

Baisha Beach

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