In Joe's Garden
I'll just keep doing what
I'm doing,
In spite of the rain.
The doing is my life,
And the downpour,
My pain.
Real pleasure exists
In the small, constant
things.
My contentment and joy
Are where truth loudly
rings.
Leaving clouds,
Like my sorrows,
Depart.
And the coming sun,
Is my now, love-warmed
heart.
-Ray
Thank you
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