Why get mad my child?
So mad that it tore you apart.
Breaking down from the wild,
Until it became ashes in someone's heart.

Why so dismal my friend?
So dismal that it freezes you to death.
Weeping until the evening ends,
As the flowers perished from your wreath.

Why become happy my son?
So happy that you float like a feather.
Singing the joyous strains from the rising sun,
And drenched in clover fields to feel better.

Life is full of many faces,
Sorrow, bliss, and madness.
The time that my edges are shattered,
You will watch me glisten and the freckles bespattered.
© Joel Gigante