Invaluability Of Joy Poem by Donald Denver

The second in every wake
Forgetfulness of every dream
The wind from uncovered craters of heart
Shine and melancholy is born
While desiring for the invaluability of joy

In every corner of giving help
Seconds are much for a breathless day
On a paper of many trees is wasted by a bad warn
Only just to peak the readership
While desiring for the invaluability of joy

Can I smile has kept an anxious mystery
Though the help is made they don't care if you eat
All I wish is to get lost in the plains of Wales
But the use is nothing if you are just alone
While desiring for the invaluability of joy

It makes me worth to feel the past
It doesn't allow me to sleep because I need to be in the past
I cant understand how the earth revolves
It is worthless to argue that old isn't gold
While desiring for the invaluability of joy