Contentment overshadows this so well
Why write a word when everything is fine
And when our conversations cast a spell
Of joy, and there is no more need to whine?
So, happiest I am when I don't write
But if I do not write then I am lost
If there is no more need for me to fight
What harm is it that sonnets pay the cost?
So I walk gently on contentment's way
And wander through the places worries fail
For I am filled with joy and faith today
Knowing that I have strengths which will prevail.
So all is good, to write I have no need,
Yet still I place these words for you to read.
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