A meditation on friends who do not share my near-perpetual sense of happiness.

Untitled Poem

I wonder how to show
That you’re a god in embryo?
  I wonder how to share
    The light you’ve shared with me?
I wonder if your dawn
Will wait until we’re dead and gone?
  I dearly hope I’m there
    Your happiness to see.

I ponder our shared history
And in it find a mystery.
I see there growth and hope and joy,
You see yourself as fate’s poor toy.
How can I share the glory there
And save you from depression’s lair?

We have such different eyes:
I see the stars, you see black skies.
  And whose’s the better lot?
    You’ve beaten foes I’ll never face.
When comes that final day
When we each hear what God shall say
  Will I e’en have a shot
    Of joining you in His own place?

I ponder our joint history
And in it find a mystery.
Why is the difference so great
E’en when they share a place and date?
The world holds both grief and glee:
Why one to you and one to me?