Departure: The Poetry of Theodorus J. van Joolen Page 3
Gaîté parisienne
So good to feel well
Be rid of chagrin
No longer in hell
Away from oppression
So great to run free
A dance through the spine
Gaîté parisienne
So good to feel fine
I need no pretext
Today I’m for real.
Merit
Define life
In simple terms
Don’t strife
You’re fit
Have merit
The boys pay attention
Pain,
Don’t mention.
Search
I know I’m wrong
Wisdom is rare
Remains untold
But yet I care
And yet I fail
Wish God were there.