Luckily For The Lovelorn Poem by E V Wyler

Luckily for the bereft
grieving through darkness alone
dawn is abundantly deft
at its medicinal tone.

When a new morning appears,
duty abruptly commands
focusing thoughts on careers
and some routinized demands.

During distressing ordeals,
structural chores are, of course
spokes on restorative wheels,
turning with rhythmical force...

Multiple labors assigned
(whether unique or mundane)
comfort the crestfallen mind
like an elixir for pain.

Physical efforts promote
pleasing endorphins to rise.
Mental endeavors demote
misery's spirit and size.

Affable people abound,
sharing benevolent goals.
Meaningful purpose is found,
forged in incredible roles.

Muscular hearts can attest
circular time is renowned
for its centrifugal zest,
helping the lovelorn rebound!

- - E. V. Wyler - -