Ode To Life

Ode to Life And the soft song plays in the ears of all, that the phantom sound is clear. Like the golden-crowned sparrow in the depth of fall, the melody rings in heavenly halls, the song: Forever And God looked upon us with a pitying glance, for he had forever to spare, while men toiled through their purposeless endeavor, never aware of his Godly thought: Forever But in their depth of agony, they can only sense- the doom of the scent so ominous, the smell of death is near, his marching song, his mare. He charges on. Is death not Forever? Still, we lie in the bed of destiny, blind idiots we are, ripped into living, teared apart, glued together, gifted pain and glory, is that the solemn song of Forever? We collect jubilations to better our existence. We withdraw from pain, perpetual resistance. Revolutionaries against destiny, and the terrors of Forever. And if my name ‘joy’, meant anything at all, perhaps it brings me certainty that I shall live in the tune of the golden-crowned sparrow, not tomorrow, but certainly forever.