As the darkness seen through windows
began to take on gray
it was the beginning of his day.
And he was found eating homemade apple pie.

He thought of the falling DOW
and the bitterness in politics
and growing old.

The pie was succulent!
Though he tried to find despair
it was not there
even when his dish was empty.

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