Joy
The barren feed the barren
and empty hearts a like in manner seek
to satisfy a sadness, stuck deep
within the marrow of the meek.
They blame the cheerful, and cast
them far beyond their consciousness,
while coddling the joyless with sorrows
that would spoil true happiness.
Joy will master cruel deception,
reduce to ash the flame
of ruinous self-interest, and sow
the seeds of gladness once again.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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