What Aileth Thee

WHAT AILETH THEE?? What aileth thee, my soul, that thou art sad? Why have thine words stopped pouring out in pain? Why doth thou from poetry now abstain? Wherefore art thou in melancholy clad? Thou knowest that sans words, thou wilt turn mad, Tell me how to make thee cheery and sane ~ What aileth thee? Look at others around thee, aren't they glad? Why not, for once, let words have their free reign? Then thou wilt feel such joy thou can't contain, Don't live on subtractions, just let smiles add ~ What aileth thee? 20th October, 2022 For Jeff Kyser's "Rousing Rondine" contest