Where Is The Joy? Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Where is the joy in this dark and gloomy room?
Is it hiding in the shadows of lost forgotten days?
Or when the music box begins to play?
Or in our silent dreams at the break of day?

Where is the joy?
When daylight comes and drizzles through broken window pane.
when the wind fiercely comes down the chimney and gushes through the room.
When the sound of the rain pelting against this old house.
Does it take away your gloom?

For there is joy in the small things of life.
There is joy even when there is strife.
Those everyday things like reading a book,
can bring joy and happiness
if we really look.

Where is the joy?
Hiding in shadows of lost forgotten days.
The broken box of photos laying at the foot of the bed.
The joy is in the box,
when all is done and said.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .