Happiness
Junkyard of Joy
Poetry
Published in
Apr 2, 2024
Those old loves I thought I couldn’t do without
Resting
Surprisingly in a peaceful heap
My great good health gone
I’ve learned to live this way
The fleeting happiness of youth grew old
Before I knew it
Now I must mine the junkyard of the past
To remember the joy of living
Victoria Ponte — 2024.
