Six Ha'ku of an Old Man Weeping At The End of Things

 

(Don't be up'set. Don't
be upset. It's only nothing short
of being nothing.)

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Sometimes I recall
pieces of love, so blithe.
Now, none for so long.

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My daughter died last year.
Naught to do but let tears flow
til time is no more.
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My daughter died .She's no
longer here, Not anywhere. Ac-
ceptance Long far'way.

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Who can stand sated?
I drank so much green tea then.
And still, much time fled.

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There's little worse than
bemoaning little things lost.
Little things? Last chance.

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