Joy
Rating: ★5.0
Call it what you will, my friend,
This glowing exhilaration inside my heart
Plucking the pizzicato strings of myself
Exploding, making me feel, oh so, insatiably happy
To be alive! ...
That I am free,
That I am growing,
That I am creating,
That I am in love with life itself …
Call it what you will, my friend,
But I shall call it joy!
This glowing exhilaration inside my heart
Plucking the pizzicato strings of myself
Exploding, making me feel, oh so, insatiably happy
To be alive! ...
That I am free,
That I am growing,
That I am creating,
That I am in love with life itself …
Call it what you will, my friend,
But I shall call it joy!
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Kim Barney
15 March 2021
Oh, I see that Cowboy Ron said it first!
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Smoky Hoss
15 March 2021
Being yourself, like playing your music on the violin of life in your own fashion, is such joyful wonder. Great poem!
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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
09 February 2021
Excellent poem that radiates joy of life.....Top stars
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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
09 February 2021
Truly Joyful! To be free, growing, creating and to be in love with life is wonderful.
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Cowboy Ron Williams
08 February 2021
Adam fell that man might be, and men are that they might have joy.
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Varsha M
08 February 2021
Yes sir you are very right. Meaning of joy is well defined only by the one who is experiencing it.
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