Bring Joy (From, Poet On Www)
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Peter S. Quinn
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Bring joy to me,
Set them through and free;
Bring joy to you,
Or set for some new.
Life may rock or falter,
Styles go or alter;
Have no moral compass,
Away clear or trash.
It's worth the loss,
To dice or toss;
To know who 'I am',
You got to make a slam!
Bring away the weariness,
For the new and fresh;
Climb to the ambitions,
Though they cost devotions.
Bring joy to be,
Let it give and see;
Bring joy - be true,
And it will come through!
Life may be a search,
Full of weak spots alerts;
But fate is your reward,
If you work - joyful hard.
Be your own loss,
At any single cause;
You may master phantasmagoria,
Make up ways and gloria.
Someone might as well,
In businesses try and spell;
Never give yours a swap,
‘Cause then the fortunes stop
Bring joy to me,
Set them through and free;
Bring joy to you,
Or set for some new.
Life may rock or falter,
Styles go or alter;
Have no moral compass,
Away to clear or trash.
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