New Year Poem with No Title

By Abrahim Harb

The day began
with no joy;
Aha! Joy,
it's sucked clean.
Again;
"How joyous,"
says my sarcasm.

It is re-gifted to me,
by mid-day;
and stolen,
from my pocket
a few hours later;
he tore my pocket
& subsequently my smile.

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