It is every day that passes, yet some days stay
Held together in memory, through emotions gift.
How precious the sustaining moments found
In friendship, in honour, in family become:
Nurturing the passing days in glinting joy.
Seek not the possibility of every moments joy
Rather release the hating emotions which grip,
In accentuating more the glorious points
In life, in living, in being together
They too point a path of truthful virtue.
It cannot be a hindrance to escape inside
For a moments respite from the weariness:
Cautioning only that the world still moves!
In hiding, in fleeing, in being absent
Is to forget that joy is possible always.
At a time of reflection and anticipation
A pointedness clashes with escaping realities.
Live you say, in the present of the ad-mixture
In truth, in respect, in calm serenity
Forgetting that anxious movement is all.
Take the moments yet to be created
In the day and night of daily speaking,
Grasp the feeling of who you will be
In friendship, in family, in your desires:
Live that moment now and then in full joy.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2016) The Poet, The Prisoner & The Fool. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. JOY, YOU SAY IN THE PRESENT. Page Number 2.