A Joy That Was Once Had Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Encouraging ideas through musical patterns, hovering
over their rhythms like an Irish jig, violins play-
ing merrily.

Awakening senses to nature and life within, spirit
and soul meeting in a sphere, an open atmosphere where
freedom reigns.

Where there are no negative thoughts or ideas to be
seen, always positive, happy, looking for the good in
everything.

Why worry about the things that don't really matter
in our lives, death, dying and loss all lying in an-
other sphere.

An atmosphere of sadness and sorrow where I can visit
whenever I feel the need to reminisce and remember
the past through memories.

Seeing a joy that was once had, now just looking through
their yellowing and frayed pages of this aging mind,
wondering where the time went.