They know, we don’t
What do they know
But to find fun every time, everywhere,
any place and anyhow
unassuming masters to the art of forgetfulness
so resentment and malice must suffer
for they are heavy
but joy is light, it is flying
time waves its wand
viola, it’s done
life becomes serious
everyone must be careful
if you will fly balloons
it should be hot
our lives are stories
Compelling! Well done ♥️
There’s some fantastic imagery in this poem.