Happy-go-lucky is what I’d like to be
From sorrow and pain, I’d like to be free
Day in and day out, I’d laugh and smile…
Humorous anecdotes I would happily dial
After awhile I would be tickled into a stupor
Nothing could be more appealing or super
If everything could be entertaining and comical
The satisfying rewards could be astronomical
There couldn’t be a possible downside to this wish
After all, what more would be left to accomplish?
No desire would exit to see past the windowpane…
To see a beautiful sunset or pouring down of rain
Perhaps my vision was not as keen as first thought
Tears of laughter can blur the quest that was sought
A life that is memorable is one with many contrasts
Sometime we need sadness, to appreciate what lasts
Your poems are perfumed with pleasure, grains of salt, and a bit of pepper which all together make them more delectible. It's that lingering-on question of what exactly is not said that interests me. I have been reading Burning Bright by Tracy Chevalier and the question is brought up about contrasts and opposites. Is it always a question of only opposites or is it more like the opposite banks of a river with the flowing waters in between? This book revolves around William Blake the famous poet. Jem, one of the characters says, 'The World... what lies between two opposites is us.' We are in the middle of the river. Mr Blake then says, 'Yes, my boy....The tensions between contraries is what makes us ourselves. We have not just one, but the other too, mixing and slashing and sparking inside us. Not just light, but dark. Not just at peace, but at war. Not just innocent, but experienced....It is a lesson we could all do well to learn, to see all the world in a flower.'
We have to live between pairs of opposites-good and bad, sadness and happiness, hot and cold and so on-then only thrill exists in our day to day lives. Your poem is found excellent in its content.
Oh...you hit that one on the head.....something to look forward too when I get out of bed: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sadness is what feeds our souls to remind us to appreciate all else.