JOY

JOY – the kind that shouts ‘It’s a boy!”.

It’s the purest of human emotions,
And fits the surest of glee’s notions.

Numerous regard it as a highlight of living,
A humourous, unmarred birthright of giving.

It is an uncompromised internal pleasure,
It is an often-advertised eternal treasure.

It is a standing ovation, that landing elation, and the sand on vacation.

It’s finally discovering some answer,
It’s fully recovering from cancer.

It is to commune in wise wonder with The Maker,
And be immune to the scythe of The Undertaker.

It’s scoring the winning goal, adoring the leading role, and restoring a bleeding soul.

Believe it or not, it can coexist with sadness, shame, and anger,
And relieve your thought, to co-assist with madness, blame, and danger.

I’d say it’s truthful that children display it most,
So to stay youthful, just build in a daily dose.

It forever grows with your passion,
And never goes out of fashion.

So here’s an invite for the hoi polloi,
Cheers and delight to deploy more JOY!

N/A