​Because Sadness Will Come

We live, we dance, we sing, we cry, We embrace the joys of a dark, night sky. Looking up at the stars beyond, Dreaming of good times and loving bonds.

Write a love letter in marker pen, On a whiteboard, it’ll be gone in 10. Do it just because, no other motive. A fleeting moment, that’s why you wrote it.

Please think and cry and laugh all day, With a coming funeral for those passed away. Remember them whilst you hold them dear, They will be gone in times so near.

Memories mean so little before, A photo not taken, a moment so pure. Look at the wonder of someone quite old. Think of their light, the memories they hold.

The sun ascends, the light, it beams, Reflecting purpose in radiant streams. Though shadows creep as the day goes by, Whispering of night and evening’s sigh.

It comes to an end, as everything does, Life and days, or just broken mugs. Live a life happy, whilst you still can, Death isn’t sad if you die a sad man.

What’s the point in love and cheer, Knowing sadness will come, make it disappear? The answer, of course, is simple to see: Because sadness will come, make it disappear.