If there was a shop selling skeins
Of all the emotions people need,
All at different prices to reflect
The value these things usually collect...
Then Joy and Laughter would be prized,
There'd be lots in stock to entice
Customers into the store
Of that we can be sure.
And Hope and Ambition, in various conditions,
All to be there for those who need,
Amongst the store of many other things.
But what of Woe and Misery?
What of Grief and Hate?
What of Fury and Rage?
What of Torment and Pain?
I suppose they'd not be sold for very much at all
There's little value for whatever hurts.
Yet, if there's no demand then tell me why
Do we collect and keep so much all of the time?
Whatever we wouldn't buy
Why pick up?
Whatever we do not want
Why take along?
Whatever we do not need
Why do we keep?
Shouldn't we only keep by our side
The emotions that we'd like?