William Darnell Sr Poet Prose

A Pleasure To My Sorrow

A Pleasure to My Sorrow

If I had to walk a mile, 
To be with pleasure
She would be a chatterbox all the way. 

Leaving me none the wiser,
For nothing, she did chatter about, 
Was, heard even, being said. 

Then to my delight, it was,
I walked a mile with sorrow. 
But she wasn't on words to say anyway.

Oh, but I sure did learn things today,
From what sorrow didn't have to say, 
Oh, the pleasure I did have! 

That day walking with sorrow,  
Did I learn to,
Have nothing to say.


Edited; 01/06/2023 9:06 PM (EST)

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Indiana Shaw August 22, 2021 at 8:39 AM This lovely, William, chatter is aways trying to tell us something we never take notice of until the chatter goes away, and we awake to what the chatter was really trying to say, lovely words . . . : ) William Darnell Sr August 22, 2021 at 9:04 PM Hi, Indiana! Thank you, I appreciate your comment and visit. But, unfortunately, silence is the wiser when sorrow is in play. Best of Wishes, William