What a Tragedy
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What a tragedy
We learn to believe that solace
Is only a question
Of cash or credit…
But serenity is found,
Not bought and sold,
A priceless art,
The older the better.
Laughter can’t be forced,
Joy can’t be foreseen,
Happiness is free –
Like the sunset,
Which nobody thinks to see…
What a tragedy
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.
