Joy is defined by the limits of its way.
Sometimes silent, it still must have its say.
It is the alpha and the beta of all men’s lives—
these sometimes seek it in their wives,
who, having some, ransom exact. It
is that about which wicked witches whisper, seeking it
to strike it out. It is all love and sadness
rolled into a ball, to bowl us over, all.
It is: the definition of the boundless ways
to silence all the loneliness of days.
About the Creator
Kevin McClintock
Master of Arts, Cambridge writer and teacher. Interests: Cosmology, Philosophy, Theology, Literature, Music, Politics and Science.
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