The Inconsolable
"It could be worse!" the smiling nurses
say, and, "Count your blessings!"
while down below the idling hearses
wait for the last confessings.
I'm sick of all the consoling verses
and every cheery letter.
On my last day I'll count my curses
and cry: "It could be better!"
Two Truths
"It could be worse," the wise men say, and surely that is true,
but the wisest of them sometimes add: "It could be better, too."
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