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Everything's Ok

Originally a Russian someone else's poem I translated I’m doing great and thanks a lot for asking. Melancholy's groundless in my case, The loneliness I feel results from faces ‘round; For apathy, one man to blame – myself. I weighted every ounce and every pound, I’m nauseous now, I pondered every plan. What’s haunting me is like some tiny nails of losses, errors driven into me. No more ‘playboys’, enough of ‘lady killers’ who paint the town, prodigally, red. What price to pay for simply being happy? To end the life to which I had been led? Assume it’s not unheard of to be erring, to foul things up with no intention to, to laugh my head off when I’m feeling like it, to know I’m right and, off the hip, to shoot. I must believe the Happy End is near, forget the plans and hazard for a bliss by reaching up for stars to get my own, A happy life’s the greatest thing there is.

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Date: 1/5/2025 4:25:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
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