Here's a poem I wrote about joy:
JOY

Cannot be explained;
Cannot be contained;
Touches everything and
Everyone in its path;
May not change who or
What it touches;
But leaves a definite impression;
Has an automatic memory bank;
So no matter the circumstance,
It's sure to return.

©Natalie Taylor, 2002
 


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