Orochi C. Joshua Poet Free verse

Bliss and Sorrow

Here with a loaf of bread
A jog of water to ease my frayed nerve 
A Holy Book in its verves
And birds beside me singing in the wilderness

For the busy bee has no time for sorrow
And man is never so happy, as we think
It is pretty hard to tell what brings happiness
For power and wealth have both failed

I have wanted only one thing to keep me happy
And wanting that has wanted everything
I ask myself whether I am truly happy
That moment happiness ceases to exist 

No man is happy but by comparison
In sorrow all is cheerless, dark and deadly
But one would suffer a great deal to be happy
Believe me; every man has his secret sorrows

Into each life some rain must drop 
Some days must be dark and dreary
That instant, happiness  produces no effect 
Means nothing, becomes a variable relativity 

A pursuit of happiness is hell on earth
The world is fun and comedy if you so think
A gravious futility and ostentatious vanity fair 
Bliss and sorrow her eternal and regular guest

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Caren Krutsinger November 21, 2018 at 6:51 AM "It is pretty hard to tell what brings happiness For power and wealth have both failed" This part of this poem resonates with my soul down to her toes. Well done, my friend, well done! Orochi C. Joshua November 21, 2018 at 6:58 AM Thanks Caren, for your kind words. Thank you!