Joy is excitement leaving worry in the dust.
Breaking off the harness & shaking off the rust.
Joy is mania’s annoyingly chipper twin.
Hard to tell them apart with their difference so thin.
Joy is loud laughter that cannot ever be forced.
Breaks solemn faces; where it’s defiantly coursed.
Joy is being fine that you forgot everything.
Company is with you…so, you won’t miss the ding.
Joy is when you trip but turn it into a run.
It’s letting go of life’s sour…come rain or come sun.
L.B.Stowe 