It's really glee,
You neglected me.
I dived in solitude,
To practise being rude.

I was forlorn,
But a poet was reborn.
More spirited more gorgeous,
More powerful more beauteous.

Though life has trouble,
I was able,
Transforming unpleasant to jolly,
Frustration is merely folly.

Retain hope in dark,
Something good may lark.
Love life being positive,
Make the universe merry festive.