Cohen’s New Antidepressant

Following a joyful litany of faces, pastries
Fruits and bosoms, Leonard Cohen ends with
I am so grateful to my new antidepressant
And I think not much of it, no judgment
But no gratitude, either, for pharmaceutical
Panaceas, knowing I won’t take them
And neither will my proud sons. We hope
It won’t kill us, the darkness in which we shine,
Groping for yet sometimes blind to intermittent sun.


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