A Life Without Joy Comments

Bravo for a straight-forward, honest and so true-to-reality poem!

again, i found ur poems which gives comfort to my heart..been stressed these past days, that's why i search ur poems coz i know, i could be comforted here...i already found my name below but am back again to share my few words of appreciation..ur poems, i really like..

This is beautifully penned. Joy is fruit that is well needed in our lives. So enjoyed the read; D

Strength, defiance, reflection and a wry smile. This is wonderfully crafted - thank you for sharing.

To live a life without the joy of blissful love can be done with ample amount of strength and wonderment; however, you to find the love after so long without expectations is so extraordinary no matter the distance. Your words stunning and amazingly written even after read... oh, I have lost count.

Well, good flow and good write keep them coming

I'm truly stunned. This touched me so deeply. I felt every word so immensely. You are truly a magnificent writer. Thank you for always being you.

Very touching. All the sensibilities are tugged at here. Very well communicated.

a life without joy ...is like a heart without love .....like a river without water .........a moon without light .............sky without stars .................without ......................sun.. so, a life without joy is hopeless, senseless, lifeless..lavs ya..

An amazing Beautiful write.. Love is life... we all need a potion of it to get us through.... 10/10

a beautiful write......and i am enthraled to read and thanks for your kind sharing.

Very beautifull poem. May God bless you with love.

Wolfy my friend, your works expand the mind and soul..with each new excellent piece you create..your words dive into a world where only the great poets of the earth are born...............beautiful piece yet again my friend.10++ Best wishes Jon

brilliant poem once again sir......your treatment of the theme is effortless....10 without hesitation

I believe that joy is always in present...........though our mind always dwell in past or take a flight of fancy in future................Good Write...............My poem would be appropriate comment to your poem........... Tomorrow I will be Happy Small child dressed shabbily, His eyes dusty, hair shaggy. 'When I will grow big, I would have sweets many, I would play throughout the day, And would be free from elder's tyranny, Tomorrow I will be happy.” Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily. Schoolboy donning dress neatly, His eyes sleepy, hair curly. 'When I will grow big, I will see movies many, I will roam throughout day, And would be free from teacher's tyranny, Tomorrow I will be happy.” Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily. Teenager sporting T-shirt trendy, His eyes dreamy, hair lengthy. 'As I have grown big, I would have girl friends many, Soon completing boring study, Would earn early and marry promptly.' Tomorrow I will be happy, Hearing HITESH laugh heartily. Worried man wearing suit perfectly, His hair receding, eyes weary. 'Soon my son will grow up, After completely his costly study Would earn money plenty, And fulfilled my dreams many.' Tomorrow I will be happy, Hearing HITESH laugh heartily. Old man wearing clothes dirty, His vision dimly, hair hoary. 'Now I have grown old, Fate has made joke cruelly, Soon completing life sickly, Will die and free from misery.' In next life I will be happy, Hearing HITESH WEEP heartily.

A thought provoking, intense poem. The style unique, with beauty and cogency, that flows like a gushing river; The GW style.

Wonderful Wolfey, I loved this one, and I am older than you too. Nicely flowing along, trips off the tongue well. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

a great poem..you will find a love who gives joy, warmth and fun..good luck

Theres pain and hope here intertwinded, a bittersweet story of love and the hope for a future we fear may not provide what we most desire. Well penned and tuoching as always.

Wolfey, AGain my compliments and applause at such a rythmic and well rhymed verse, but moreso, a poignant revelation of heartfelt joy and pain, fear and hope. Well done my friend, Susan