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Poetry

Sour

by Emma Freudig

Should I ever meet Mr Arthur Schopenhauer,
(a man so incredibly dour),
I’d invite him to supper,
so he could come in, see my mother–
hands all a-flutter,
over the piano,
singing Hosanna.
And I’d tell him,
See?
Life’s not grim.
It’s really not so grim.

© Emma Freudig 2022

Emma Freudig lives on an island off the coast of Maine and is currently pursuing Legal Studies and Business, with a minor in Accounting, at Tulane University.