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Happiness
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Happiness

Poem By Carl Sandburg

Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.

And the speeding of it seems,
To emphasize the days one ages...
From one stage to another.

Leaving time one takes to procrastinate,
A waste.
As an awakening to aches and pains felt,
To ignore to value the blessing of life lived...
To accomplish something done,
Yet still enabling one to do.

Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.

One can sit to listen and reminisce.
Or decide to experience,
More life in the pursuit of it.

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