Joy Within

Where has that joy source gone the one I thought was infinite taken for granted dried up like youth One shovelful of dirt after another one disappointment too many finally crushing that little joyful kid inside as if casually extinguishing nothing more than a campfire Why should joy and hope be so threatening to these stubborn people with their big feet wielding their power just being mean I want to leave this world where it’s a sport for big people to crush the little ones I want to move and live among gentler folk the ones who need to live their joy have ambitions and aren’t afraid to smile I want to wear my hopes and speak my dreams I want to move and live in a world where all the little people go around free spreading wide the wings of their big soul AP: 2nd place 2020 Submitted on May 3, 2018 for contest EARLY MAY STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND