Poem: Sorrow Be Gone

I am not sad or forlorn
Not disappointed or
Abetting scorn

Doldrums and crap sentiments
Come and go
Don’t need a supernatural
To banish wouldbe woe

Life marches on
Whether or not I participate
While I’m here
I will find reasons to celebrate

Despite rising seas and scorching flames
Despite storms and floods
Humans can never tame

I stand in the inner circle
Of universal pax
Determined to pump the juices
And sweep out all that’s lax

I team up with sentinels
The wise and prescient
Alone I’m easily picked off
And sidelined like a
Mocked adolescent

Glory awaits the brave
Though some may fall into the grave
Or be confined to a cave
During a heat wave

Strength can be supplied to
Applied to
The weak
Those who cannot speak
Birds with nullified beaks
Again we will hear
Their dignified shrieks

Though I plod past the nine nine zero
Down a slushy rain-kissed street
Though I’m never the story’s hero
I will ensure I speak
With my feet

~ Gunnar Våken