All We Have To Do

It's the helplessness you forget
You can be witty
you can be clever
you can be erudite
but it won't help you fight when the time comes

They disappear all the year round
Perhaps you didn't give them enough love
You get used to their smiles
their way of walking, lightly,
joyfully
over the wooden floor

and then suddenly they're gone
to give you their smile no more

They took a decision, or came to a conclusion
simply enough expressed

and we have only to meet the helplessness
to pick ourselves up from the floor

We know we are meant for better things
all we have to do is believe it
and live one sad day more

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