The Sad Face

The lonely sad face sits alone; the ignoring happy faces talk And though the gloomy sad face roams, the happy faces puck and laugh The shaky middle aged mind they find inside will align with the sad face’s terrible pain The sad face is alone, crying The sad face is trying to keep from dividing The other sad faces live away, shredding sad face heavily Held down by the weight of a million heartfelt judgment sighs And he laughs from the sheer insight “My love must be near All of us grow cold and weary As long as I can reach my love I’ll send a thousand teary notes” And the sad face wades and laughs Scornful of himself About the good times he has had While sad face has no external laugh, and feels no nostalgic memories Looming overhead like a hijacked airline He likes to think it’s all okay He likes to think he just has to pray But now he resorts to poetry To cease the disdain, day by day Slowly but surely Certain eternity He hates before he loves The long lost voices calling after He’s sick of all the channeling lanes His brain, a swelled up losing streak He is alone Knows not what to do Of course it ends With his life in pursuit The gloomy sad face sits alone Glad to have his solitude