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
Copyright © Orochi C. Joshua | Year Posted 2018
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