The Golden Ball
I used to carry happiness
Like a golden ball,
I had to walk so timidly
For fear I’d let it fall.
But someone snatched it from me
And threw it to the sky -
Now my arms are empty
There’s none so brave as I.
Elizabeth Hollister Frost
Source: The Outlook, May 23 1928
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