JOVIAL JOY

A Poem by Bonnie Paige

A simple pleasure entered my life. It's beginning required no effort - no one worried - no one cared.

My simple pleasure nurtured by time, grew.

A Jovial Joy, of playful humor - creating a lightness in my serious heart.

Living in an existence of bitter disapproving stares, I felt the weight of those who held me down. I saw the smiles that covered faces, masking complete contempt. I am, the odds who robs thy will be done by nature. I am, the marcher who's drum no one wants to hear. I am, their thorn, who will not disappear.

My simple pleasure is a soldier, who wears the uniform of thousands, but is never in step with their march.

A robber of thy will be done by nature, descending from Peter Pan.

His drummer once played upon my drums. A pounding, that defied the rules of all the games.

I am...worn down from the long battle my drummer has played. I Stand aside!

BUT,

Youth is his guide, the road he travels is brand new. The walls of rules are set in place from thousands of years ago.

I have been warned...to only watch.

So travel on my simple pleasure, my greatest love, to the end of your road. Where I pray, they will not defeat you.

Enter the world of misunderstandings. I have but one wish, that you become...

VICTORIOUS.