Let Them Be

Let the miserable be They are humble as a tree Leave them alone, set them free From the hope we ever see Let the dejected take a bow They often just don’t know how To hear the music in God’s wow Coloring dreams only hope will allow Let the gloomy find their doubt They often fumble to find out Just how warm, kind and stout Is the wonder that hope is about Let the melancholic find their hope They can’t seem to do anything but mope So whisper in their ear to simply grope Through the despair until they can cope Anatomy of Melancholy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: craig cornish May 5, 2023 NOTE: This was written with O'Henry's favorite book, The Fool Killer, in mind - I've never read the book, only the premise of the work. I, in no way, am unsympathetic with depression or melancholy symptoms. I truly care and HOPE that people who are feeling melancholy find their way to true joy. I’m just braving the waters of satire for the first time!