Sadness Silent Spring

The sadness of a man who knows that his life is torture
No wife or son or nephew or daughter
For what intransigence he does not understand
What can a traveller own in a foreign land
The government or his friends he can not trust
A life not worth trying
Only left the option of dying
And suddenly in the street, a strangers' smile
And I realise that I will be happy in a while
With Life worth the risk
And Love, of coarse, not to be missed
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