I’d make a list for you
Of all the things that are sad
But where would I start?

What’s sad in the world
What’s sad in the country
What’s sad in the city
What’s sad on my block
What’s sad in my house
What’s sad in me?

I don’t have the years to write out every bit of sadness.
Here or anywhere.

It’s sad 
It always has been.

I don’t have the years to feel every bit of sadness.
Or any of it.

CDK