Ten days have passed
(Since I wrote my last poem),
Ten days of sorrow, days of laugh,
Of borders willingly trespassed.
Have I been happy? Yes, I have.

For this is life,
No matter how sad, or how terrific.
No matter how many thorns I had
And puns intended and specific.

I lost a friend
And gained no one,
But, still, would it be life,
If life was made for sheer fun?

There is a place for sorrow, place for laugh
And have I been, as I said, happy?
I guess, I have,
Because I hated, and I loved,
I lived, for heaven?s sakes,
And I?m alive

NO MATTER WHAT!