Beach Cricket

There are enjoyments that are to be had under the sun,

Like beach cricket and bbq’s and fishing and boating and swimming

And the depressed struggle to smile in the midst of it all.

for they feel they have no one to comfort them!

On the side of their depression is the power to withdraw,

And they think the dead who are already dead

Are more fortunate than the living who are at play.

And lucky are they who are not depressed

And not seen the noonday demon block out the sun,

The depressed who envy the skill of joyfully doing something,

and fold their hands and shut down their animations,

For better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of anguish,

The depressed see nothing but vanity under the sun:

and woe to the depressed who are alone

Who falls and have none to them up!

If two lovers lie together, they keep warm,

But two depressed will keep their warmth to themselves,

And the vibrant who move about under the sun

Ask all to join them in a game of beach cricket. 

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