Agony and Joy

Joy and Agony gossiping over a cup of tea: Joy with proud demeanor claimed “I am a title, I am a feast And I shall never perish as I wrestle feeble beasts I am uplifted and crowned anew When cheerless souls claim my hue The wiser man showed me the way The sadder man sought me night and day And all have fallen under my touch Like a bee at the nectar’s sweet forbidden touch” Agony with sin and shame spoke of his existence’s fame: “I am the ally, I am the beacon I serve, I warn, I guide the rich and the forsaken And Like the balance that tilts its burdened head I am found where reason has painfully sinned True, I while my time not in the sun but the shade But why, without me, there would be no need for thee”