[Continuing my New Year’s Day tradition…]
A wise machine once said
When asked why it did not
Zoom off for its own singularity
That life just has too much fun left
Even as so many dark clouds form
Think of this sage advice at length
Before getting stuck in with gloom
As doom is no boon companion
This is no Pollyana-ish admonition
For naive Candide aspect on the world
Life is a complex set of needs, wants
Ranging randomly along the walk from 1 to 2
Do you want to be happy, the machine asked?
Then be happy, or at least permit yourself
The prospect of happiness as just reward for
Handling the twists a life throws up
Whatever’s going on in the world at large
You can give yourself space to enjoy the
Passage of time, to savor the joy of
The few or many friends and family you have.
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