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The joys do bring
the years that have been
through many sunrise and sunset
many a days that go missing
where do you start
that stocktake of life
when half the time
spent in search
of the elusive thing
called meaning
where do you turn
from this point on
do we turn back
through the knotted maze
and emerge ever whole?
the joys do bring
the memories been
their faded frayed ends glistening
but nonetheless
it’s yours to keep
the joys that may come
beyond today
take stock – fill them to rim
beyond this moment
the joys are not free
as a child’s
the joy of more sunsets
without mortal requiem.