Joy Born In Own Bosom

Pay back every blush ye borrowed, What use fluffing a field furrowed? Paint life with paints your own, Proud, on your own renown, Let not the joy in life corrode. If joy follows past pain, An added buoy doth gain, And all the more feels if mellowed. ______________________________ Reflections |08.01.2021| Topic: life, joy Poet’s note: If only one learns to live his own unique life. For, everyone is made unique. The problem comes when one looks over the shoulder and finds the grass greener there.