Joy to All
Traces of what was before.
Linger within his mind.
Years ago behind every door.
Another place and time.
Faces from the distant past.
Bringers of sweet reminisce.
Tears and joys went by too fast.
Lover of life's sacred bliss.
Mistakes were made within the strain.
Grinding out the daily toil.
Tears sometimes flowed from the pain.
Strife would grow from pure turmoil.
Lakes are not made from rivers of tears.
Finding over time that the Sun shines again.
Fears dissipate with the passing of years.
Life should bring joy to all women and men.
Michael R. Roth