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!

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