Joy - a short poem

Regardless whether you believe in more or not

There is consensus in life joy is sought

‘Tis always there, though not always sensed

In our hearts, too often fenced

Shrouded in details that life has brought

Leaving us – well - overwrought

In later life all becomes clear

A sensing of an ending near

Time worrying is wasted indeed

Let not regrets take seed

Instead look into your heart

And you will see, as from the start

Your capacity for joy remains with you still

​And in each moment take your fill

This one is dedicated to my gran, Joy, who took hers in spending the latter part of her life dancing to the beat of her own drum, silently teaching us the power of focusing only on the things you want in life and ignoring the rest.