One can hear the voice of sorrow sobbing, sobbing endlessly <br />Yet it hides in dark recesses sorrow you can never see <br />It's a black and brooding creature with a voice that aches of pain <br />And all of those who have met with it hope not to meet with it again. <br /> <br />Joy is always bright and breezy joy has got a laughing face <br />And where ever joy is present you will find a happy place <br />Joy is loved by everybody the scars of grief it can repair <br />It is such a happy creature joy is welcome everywhere. <br /> <br />There is not one who likes sorrow you will not hear some one say <br />I've met with sorrow this morning and meeting it has made my day <br />At the mention of the name of sorrow people pretend not to hear <br />But joy always bright and happy greets you with a lusty cheer. <br /> <br />Sorrow it is dark and tearful and it hides in a dark and lonely place <br />But joy is always bright and cheerful and it greets you with a laughing face <br />And everybody hates old sorrow as it always gives rise to woe <br />But joy the happiest of the happy the one all people wish to know.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-and-sorrow-4/
