Well, I acknowledge that happiness and sadness are sometimes close cousins, or, as in Rose's poem, flipsides, but an old man wishing he were young and vital again, and finding his current occupation to be empty and unfulfilling, hardly fits my definition of euphoria. Or at the very least, even if I could optimistically squeeze a silver lining out of it, it's not a poem I would point to as a classic example of euphoria.
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