I Still Remember Joy

I have a feeling of joy

like a seven-year-old boy.

Remember how you felt then?

That is how my life has been.

My reluctant memory

isn’t what it used to be.

A feeling of joy, like mine

is very hard to define.

There is a warm inner glow

where happiness likes to grow.

Age doesn’t depend on time

yet age and rage seem to rime.

This life which i still enjoy

seems like a brand new toy.

Walt Abbott 8-30-2011