On An Abandoned Fair

Many things that once brought joy
Seem silly, even tawdry;
Our thoughtless scorn of lack of name
Or fame —

But to despise the happiness
Of anyone not harming,
Seems much against the values
That we claim.

It’s strange how many times in life
We have to be reminded
That all have value, all have
Common worth —

And that to give one moment’s pleasure
Is a thing worth doing
For some will know, have known, so few
Since birth

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