No good, yeah, I was no good back then
I just sulked holding petals of chrysanthemums
I flunked the only thing that would take me ahead
Outside from within these tumbling drums
My father told me to stop regretting what I did
Because what I did wasn't good, but it was my own
It doesn't matter if I've fallen or stood
What matters that I took those tests as a sport
Well Sadness is a festival after all,
A festival that comes and goes,
A festival to lay out worries on your face,
A festival to dry out your woes.
Sadness is a festival that comes anytime,
A festival so beautiful,
A festival of dimly lit lanterns,
A festival so dutiful.
The decisions I made made me shape unseen limbs
That helped me walk in a defunct society
Happy or sad, docile or mad
Those feelings gave me a form of audacity
So let's shout so loud the planets are forced to align -
Because I was sad, I am intrepid now!
When I was floating away it brought me back down!
Sadness lit up a darling festival in my town!
Because Sadness is a festival after all,
A festival that comes and goes,
A festival to lay out worries on your face,
A festival to dry out your woes.
Sadness is a festival that comes anytime,
A festival so beautiful,
A festival of dimly lit lanterns,
A festival so dutiful.
Embrace sadness - it isn't the end, it's the end of your grief.
:)
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And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
