Joyous Cry

I do not like the endless repetition

                   In what you write, in what you versify.

It’s death and death and death in every strophe.

Do you intend to teach the few that read

Your poems and your fable stories

That this is all we can look forward to?

I beg you, do desist, and like all poets

Employ the license that permits you saying:

Life, happiness, and beauty never, never

vanish.

I would not claim that death is beautiful,

But it is constant, inescapable,

And thus precedes your life, your happiness and beauty.

You have seen beauty fade, your happiness

Submerged in sorrow, death supreme.

Regardless of your lifetime’s victories

Death conquers all, lays bare the greenest fields.

Be you a fly or homo sapiens,

You end prostrate and speculate no more.

So, would you say that we can not agree?

I fear that’s so, unless you reconsider

The sudden death of joy, of happiness …

I will, indeed   I more than happily

Recall the times…. the few..when we had ceased

To speculate or ponder life’s gyrations,

When all our hunger, our thirst was quenched

In darkness lit by gentle touch and murmurs

And ending in a shattering cry of joy.