Joymaking
Things matter not
to those joy making,
love's mistresses.
As hearts tame minds
joy is set.
Lythe lush laughs
glancing off walls
through home halls
going room to room
dismissing gloom.
Smiles that crease
one's lonely lips.
A waltz in time
that turns turns
dancing off eyes
with happy cries
filling empty hopes.
Few know how
to partake,
indulge just enough.
There will be always
more to make.
written 4/25/20 "Joy Of The Lord" Contest
Regina McIntosh
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