Look, we’ve got a house at the beach
Paid for! Good pensions and no debt—
Our three educated kids, each
Pulls his own weight, beloved assets.
I harbor no unfilled desire
Except, perhaps, a peaceful world.
I sometimes sense that I’m admired
But mostly feel that I am foiled.
My wife is kind and substantive,
Good humored, talented and bright.
I’ve everything a life can give
So why my morbid psychic night?
I query: why my splintered heart,
And why my spirit drowns in blight?
My unresponsive human spark
Flickers, but casts no useful light.
Perhaps it’s simple—my splenetics?
The product of bizarre genetics!
(5/22/13)