Melancholia
Creeps in silently like a thief
Saps joie de vivre sans relief
Swatting it like a troublesome fly
Flailing at windmills, a failed ploy
Misty eyed droopy spirit folds up
Hugging knees to chest to prop up
Dragging feet leaving telltale signs
Of a spirit fast on its way to decline
Uphill tread so unpalatable to trudge
Melancholy spirit adamant won’t budge
Coping is not an option with melancholia
Adieu go uninvited guest, vamoose will ya!!
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I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Charles Baudelaire French, Poet
Melancholy men are of all others the most witty.
Aristotle BC 384-322, Greek Philosopher
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
William C. Bryant 1794-1878, American Poet
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy,
what art can wash her guilt away?
Oliver Goldsmith Irish, Poet
Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.- Mason Cooley American, Writer
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.- Charles Dickens
English, Novelist
Originally Published: August 30, 2009
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