The Common Handicap
A man sat on a bench, holding a blank
face. But then the sun shone its rays so bright
that he started to smile in the warm light
and chuckled. Yes, in happiness he sank.
Alas, the sunny day thunderclouds flanked.
But so, the man's laughter was still in sight!
It even grew along the storm! That's right,
he began to madly laugh in the night.
In the land where birds and men and beasts sings
all the time, can we distinguish the songs?
Are we capable to say which is which?
What a thin, thin line there is between things
that parted it from the rights and the wrongs
Are we capable to say which is which?
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