A Pleasure To My Sorrow
A Pleasure to My Sorrow
If I had to walk a mile,
To be with pleasure
She would be a chatterbox all the way.
Leaving me none the wiser,
For nothing, she did chatter about,
Was, heard even, being said.
Then to my delight, it was,
I walked a mile with sorrow.
But she wasn't on words to say anyway.
Oh, but I sure did learn things today,
From what sorrow didn't have to say,
Oh, the pleasure I did have!
That day walking with sorrow,
Did I learn to,
Have nothing to say.
Edited; 01/06/2023 9:06 PM (EST)
Copyright © William Darnell Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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