The other day, as I passed down the street,
I walked up to, the first person I did meet,
And asked, "What brings you joy in life?"
He smiled, and simply answered, "My wife."
I continued this routine, for most the day.
I was curious, as to what people would say.
I heard, my kids, my job, anything I can afford.
My dog, my family, but mostly, my Lord.
The sun began to set, my task nearly done,
I decided to ask one more, just for fun.
I found a man, who had stopped to tie his shoe,
He answered, "My faith," and asked, "What about you?"
This caught me off-guard, could it be so?
Alll I could reply is, "I don't know."
I rushed to my house, thinking all the way.
How is it possible, I had nothing to say.
I searched through my things, looking for a clue.
Not the best idea, but I didn't know what else to do.
Thinking of people's answers, I began to search for a book.
The Bible, I headed downstairs to take a look.
There it was, covered in dust and dirt.
So I began to wipe it with my shirt.
The dust was lifted, and the title became clear.
I smiled, and was finally without that sense of fear.
I flipped it over, and placed it back upon the shelf.
A simple answer, "My joy in life, is life itself." |
Submission Name: Joy In Life
