apology

when it's Spring,
you should be happy!
as shrill bird songs
fill the air
even sorrow seems
to sweeten
when the pollen makes
us silly for in Spring
you must be happy
as trees bud
and flow'rs burst forth
though the war
o'erseas continues
and torn bodies
keep piling upward
but don't think
of that in Springtime
when the sunshine
makes your heart sing
and the jobless
could be happy
if they'd just
get out to revel
in Spring's joyfulness
so stop
and smell the roses
but don't mention
pain or illness
it will only spoil
our gladness