There is a committee
up the blue creaky stairs.
He dares correct the voices
as they stare in despair.
Oh Dear, come here! you
silly little boy.
Joy it is
to think that,
life could
be so coy.
You will see
when you are
eighty-three
like me,
to simply
choose to be
happy,
sounds like
the perfect
thing to
plea.


-a.j.León