Joy

why can't there be more cheerfulness with laughter to spare and smiles that don't break hope on a string that somehow burst and floated away snickering with fiendish pride while slowly letting go if we, who are living are always in dread fist full of anger mouth full of rage bitterness falling like leaves from an early rain then where is the happiness where is the joy second chances are rare, third ones even more so this world keeps spinning within and without bald headed poachers gasping for that one last cigarette pot bellied potatoes praying for no pokes letters in the pen dying on the inside hugs from the start falling apart without hope. can't we remember when life was worth everything and all was brand new as long as there was me and you when bodies were strong and days never died in midstream tell me you remember tell me, if you dare make me believe you still care...