Life is good when it feels good,
However abstemious,
However bacchanalian.
If all life always felt good,
You wouldn’t miss suffering,
You wouldn’t worry the costs
Of feeling good were bad
Feelings later, nor blame good
(Indulging in feeling good)
For giving you bad later.
True, good will lead on to bad,
While bad will lead on to good.
Sun in the sickroom window—
What makes you feel good is good.
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