All this pain is temporary
it all soon will pass
why then does it seem like joy
must always leave so fast?
Ever is it fleeting
it's memories soon dashed
faded, stretching thin with time
But painful ones, they last
Always we'll remember
the times in which we cried
that tested, even bested us
that made us wish we'd died
Pleasure is not forever
In fact, it's always gone too fast
With pain, it has one thing in common;
It too will always pass
Everything is temporary
All will run its course
The bad and good and in between
in all their driving force
Remember, when you're crying
A lesson all too necessary
Just like the joy now leaving you
This agony is temporary
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Reminds me of William Blake's poem Joy.. fantastic work 🎈
I was worried when I wrote this one that it might be a bit too simple, but your feedback is reassuring, thank you
Sometimes the simple things are the best pleasures and it was definitely a pleasure to read.
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