The thief and me

A thief stopped by the road-side
At the very place where I once sat:
‘What have you got to be miserable about?’, said he.
My sin envelops me like a perpetual cloud, I replied
By this token my whole life
Is a never ending cycle of joy and tears.
So the thief took the token from my pocket
On one side was joy, the other rain
‘Behold!’, said he, flicking it up
And I saw it become a rainbow
‘The day may make beauty, even from you!’
But my heart is black as coal, said I.
So he crushed the coal to diamond in his hand
‘Then we have much in common’, replied he
‘Since one produces the other
In the heat and pressure
Of the human heart.’
Alas!, I sighed, The earth has made a liar of me.
So the thief took the earth
Moved the h to the beginning
And returned to me my Heart
‘Earth does disarrange the Heart’, he smiled
‘Though they are closer than we think!’
Only a fool is logical!, I cried.
‘True’, he replied.
‘And hypocrisy is saying what you do not feel.’