Joy In Life

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There is no sensation or joy in life You are not with me as mate or wife In every object I see you or find Nothing appeals me even air or wind I can’t murmur or sing Can’t fly with crippled wing Feet crumble and perform no dance Eyes disobey and refuse to glance I have no reason to smile How to offer or go along for a mile Everything seems to be far away for while I continue to live as if in exile Dreams don’t invade me in night Thoughts emerge and continue to fight Tears gush often and simply occupy Restless night descend to make me cry It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen However to explore what can be done as best In every sphere of life even if it is hard test Time and tide may offer the resistance To lead simple life may be our insistence We will not leave the scene and fled away Continue to find solution and honourable way Every morning may bring new message Life may move on with smooth passage We may care for precious time and save Move on with mission and sail on waves

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