when I went up and down the stairs
I stopped midway
and looked into the letterbox
where I found only cobwebs
and I wondered why
my heart always sank
and then I thought that somewhere
there was another letterbox
with someone looking into it
and not finding my letter
and feeling as disappointed
as I did
and saddened
as I was
***
As I grew up
I learned to give
before I took
except unhappiness
sadness
depression
which were mine
and mine alone
not to be shared
but that could not be
cannot be
(written in 1956)
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