Gratitude

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There once lived a naiad
A bit short a bit stout
Her hair all up in a braid
Her hair all up in a pair

She was cheery
To the ones closest to her
Yet was dreary
Once they were farther

And dance she did
And sing and enchant
All the men
And women of the land

Yet stuck was she
In a dreary sleep
Inside her mind
A pool too deep

And then she met
Another like her
A dreary man
Drooping and deadpan

He wore a hat
Of dragon leather
A shirt of fleece
As soft as heather

People looked on
With jealousy and spite
At this man who had
Everything they might

Yet he too
Was somber inside
And nothing could ever
Cheer his sorry hide

Yet as they met
The naiad saw
A fellow in need
A person she understood indeed

And so they did
Strike up a conversation
And talked for hours
And hours on end

For the feelings inside
Were too numerous
To talk about in a lifetime
Yet to their best they did

And as the years passed
They talked and talked
The people thought them senile
A man gone mad through denial

And came a day when the reaper called
And this somber man became appalled
He still had too much to say
Yet time was not his slave

So thought he did
In the last of his days
And then finally
Said " thank you dear naiad"
And fell finally dead.

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