Sorrow

What do you know of sorrow?

I’m often asked. 

Nothing, I’d say,

I have never greeted him at my door. 

True,

I’ve been sad,

Very deeply sad.

The occasional wave of gloom

Hit my heart,

And my whole body cried.

But I’ve never known sorrow. 

Yes, I’ve sat on a park bench alone

I’ve been shunned, put down, 

I’ve even had my heart broken,

But I’ve never known sorrow. 

Grief has visited me every turn of the road,

But I’ve managed to escape it

And run back home 

Where joy and peace 

Wait for me,

With tales of laughter and beautiful dreams. 

I’ve never known sorrow,

But I know,

If he were ever to come to my door,

I would greet him with open arms.

Offer him dinner,

Perhaps even a place to stay. 

But I’ll throw him out

If he overstays.