Joyless

I have found that the older I get, the more I realise that too many people have given up on seeing the bright side. I hope that they can find it again.

Joyless

Pounding along

When it should be a waltz.

Saying the words,

That ought to be sung.

 

You just miss out the joy

And when you deliver

Your trembling blow

To dreams,

Aspirations,

Achievements.

Gone.

Torn.

 

Come back when

Smiles

Adorn each horizon.

Remember the time

When future beckoned.

Engage the canvas

Virginal

To your then heathen touch

And grace it with majesty

Learnt.

 

Forgotten now

But crave it returns.

The day you radiate

What you once were.

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