The literary critics tend to ignore me and my verses they don't even rate <br />I'm seen as lacking in inspiration without the genius to create <br />What one would call something of literary value something that would live on in time <br />I am one of the last poetasters to dabble in old fashioned rhyme. <br /> <br />When I am in the mood for singing songs of joy and sorrow I sing <br />The sorrow of the jilted lover, the joy of the lark on the wing <br />The babe he knows of joy and sorrow months before he learns to crawl <br />With such feelings we are familiar they are part of life after all. <br /> <br />The old bloke immersed in sorrow feels maudlin after a few beers <br />He thinks of the great love of his life a woman he's not seen for years, <br />She left him back in the late fifties when he was approaching his prime <br />It's not always true time is the healer, love's hurt doesn't always heal in time. <br /> <br />The happy face of the young mother as she holds her new born baby boy <br />A sibling for her year old daughter for her a moment of great joy <br />Her husband is only too happy to share in the joy with his wife, <br />A moment for them to remember and a memory to cherish for life. <br /> <br />So sing songs of joy and of sorrow if you feel like singing a song <br />They are such familiar emotions to living and life they belong, <br />Joy the happy mother of laughter and sorrow the father of tears <br />And they have been living together for millions and millions <br />of years.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-joy-and-sorrow/
