Joy has such frivolous nature
Even as it grows it fades away
As it curls the lips
Tears are held at bay
Its sweet delight
Somehow leaves
A sour aftertaste
Although its precious
Yet at the end of the day
All seems such a waste
A clever marksman
It shoots straight at the heart
By the time we comprehend
Its already too late
Its hangover
Is much worse
For joy to arrive
It makes us wait
To every night there is day
Just like clouds our hurt will drift away
And we open our arms
To embrace it
But by then
Its already time for it to part ways
Joy has such frivolous nature
And
Regret as we might
We bite the bait