Split Decision: A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

I knew it could not last, my pain-free day,
But must the pain come back with bitter vengeance?
Will my erstwhile painless day be but remembrance?
Could bliss not tarry a while, pain to delay?
I will not let this lashing drive me nuts.
My spirit's free, my dreams do comfort me!
I'll keep my spirits up, no ifs, ands, or buts,
And hear the joyful strains of a melody.
At the piano I play familiar comforting songs,
The sweet, harmonious strains of bygone days
That touch my heart and mind in many ways,
And chase away the blues of suffered wrongs.
So this day, pain or bliss, is a split decision,
Why I sneer at pain with contemptuous derision.