The Nearest To Joy Poem by Anthony Weir

The Nearest To Joy



The nearest to joy
I have known
since I was a boy
on my own
in an attic of junk
was seeing the joy
in my teacher, my dog
as he gnawed at a bone
or romped in a field
or played tug-of-war with a brush.

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