Joy Poem by L MILTON HANKINS
Joy
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!
Truly Joyful! To be free, growing, creating and to be in love with life is wonderful.
Yes sir you are very right. Meaning of joy is well defined only by the one who is experiencing it.
Being yourself, like playing your music on the violin of life in your own fashion, is such joyful wonder. Great poem!
Excellent poem that radiates joy of life.....Top stars
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Adam fell that man might be, and men are that they might have joy.