that life itself,
means everything.


Joy's Thief


Sometimes Sadness comes,
creeping, sneaking up on me,
Stealing my joy and my smile,
a thief with out conscience,
A rogue of horrid design,
I am never ready for it.

It comes, when I least expect it.
Sets me back in uneasy chairs,
Fidgeting, lamenting, unrequited rambling's and doubts.

Never realizing that at the end of the day;
The doubts mean nothing and that life itself,
means everything.
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Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 19:38

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betsy Firefly
I believe you! His name is worry and he for sure doesn't live in Heaven with God!!!!
2007-03-05