I find in your eyes a dim unease;
In your tone of voice a flat timbre;
In your smile a light crease;
In your vigor a vague fatigue;
In your spirit a passing distaste;
In your essence a quiet dread;
But I do not blame you.
The times is hard, traveler,
But look at what we have…
Gander at the people;
At the laughing babies,
At their blooming lives,
And suffice upon that image,
Appreciate it,
And accept it.