Eradicate the
sorrows of today,
Plunge in and rejoice all the way,
For there’s no certain morrow,
While through days, we all furrow.
Squeamish in happiness
we are,
Awaiting misery, that’s not far,
Silent have become the lips,
Smiles fade away into the dips.
The means of joy aren’t mercenary,
Just clichés age old and legendary,
Of little grins, the many drops,
An ocean of joy, it does prop.
glad we have the ocean of joy to dive into - looking back looms like a mushroom cloud.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you here at PU
Those old cliches still work, I guess, if nothing new eases the soul. I like how you bring this out. We need not fear happiness.
ReplyDeletei think you hit on something there...allowing ourselves to appreciate and experience the happiness, and not fear the eventual fall of it...after so many burns we can def do that...
ReplyDeletewe live for those little grins...
ReplyDeleteIt is only when we have lost happiness that we realize what a gift it was.
ReplyDeleteHappiness is a fickle old gal but I love her when she shows up : )
ReplyDeleteencouraging poem,
ReplyDeleteMaps To Peace
Squeamish in happiness we are,
ReplyDeleteAwaiting misery, that’s not far,
So true. If only we learned to revel in our joys completely