A Different Way of Looking at It- 9:23:23, 7.23 AM

Isn't it sweet That Life should be So full of pain Isn't it sweet that it passes Like a ghost through tall grasses Isn't it sweet That life is broken highball glasses And busted feet That hobble up a forlorn street In a hard cold rain? Isn't it sweet That one can love many times But only know once The sacrifice of innocence? Isn't it sweet To tell lies On a moonless Autumn night Isn't it sweet When something nice and kind Rights the melancholy Mind? Isn't it sweet To turn out the lights With You, the only You Unbound in a manifold Mind Beyond the indifferent sky Isn't it sweet To be Freed From the pitiful Why: Isn't it sweet that we cry? Isn't it sweet to live just a little Without waiting to die?