So Bad


Why do I feel so bad?

It is the best life, 

I've ever had.


Oh, I've had my ups and downs.

But, all in all,

I've staved off the hounds.


Of war, disaster, and death.

And lived and loved free,

With every breath.


Maybe it's just a chemical,

In my brain,

On the wax and wane. 


That makes me feel bad

When I am good.

Or, at least I should. 


Just stop worrying about it.


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull




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