The Heart, by Albert Ahearn Subscribe to rss feed for Albert Ahearn

Each heart has a somber chamber
where Melancholic days are stored.
Those never to be forgotten
Times baptized with life’s anointing tears.
Passing years of joy and sorrow
Both have found their place in the heart.
Though diametrically opposed
Each holds permanent residence.
When joyful manifestations
Dance to the beat of happiness
Sorrow waits in its sad chamber
For inevitability.
When it arrives joy surrenders
Uncomplaining into limbo.
Posted: 2013-03-13 18:57:04 UTC

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2013-04-04 23:34:17Malcolm Moss
Still writing, I see. Thank goodness for the permanent residence of joy, even though in limbo

2013-04-14 14:19:46Albert Ahearn
Malcolm, Yes, still punching the keys.Thank you for the present comment and your past feedback.