My notebook has remained blank for months 
thanks to the light you shower 
around me. I have no use 
for my pen, which lies 
languorously without grief. 

Nothing is better than to live 
a storyless life that needs 
no writing for meaning— 
when I am gone, let others say 
they lost a happy man, 
though no one can tell how happy I was.

My Thoughts on the Piece

I really enjoyed how this poem was composed in an open ended way with broad vocabulary because it allowed me to think about what the words could mean to me in my own life. This poem made me think about how I can find joy in every single day I live and that it’s possible to enjoy the little things in life.

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