It has to be a happy
poem in easing agonies
already well expressed
A verse that rings with
cheerfulness on things
to make one smile
Alright, I’ll try, and while
the mozzie bites still itch
I won't complain
They’ll fade in days and
lumps they raised will
gradually all melt away
And yet this rain which has
me trapped inside is blessed
with gentleness restrained
I’ll try to find a fault in
that – and fail, the graceful
catch is in its irony
Facing facts explains that
benefits are rarely acts
without preceding pain
© 11 March 2009, I. D. Carswell
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