NaBloPoMo December… is …joy… A poem..

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Something different for today.. I found this poem that I thought I would share with you about “Joy”

Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure’s free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.

Pleasure’s a Moth, that sleeps by day
And dances by false glare at night;
But Joy’s a Butterfly, that loves
To spread its wings in Nature’s light.

Joy’s like a Bee that gently sucks
Away on blossoms its sweet hour;
But pleasure’s like a greedy Wasp,
That plums and cherries would devour.

Joy’s like a Lark that lives alone,
Whose ties are very strong, though few;
But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams,
Makes much acquaintance, no friends true.

Joy from her heart doth sing at home,
With little care if others hear;
But pleasure then is cold and dumb,
And sings and laughs with strangers near.

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3 thoughts on “NaBloPoMo December… is …joy… A poem..

  1. Reblogged this on 1munchingmomma and commented:
    I came across this as I was going through the blog posts on my reader and I immediately knew I wanted to share this. I hope that you too, will enjoy the contrasts used to paint such a clear picture of the differences between joy and pleasure.

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