The joy of life

Something within me,
Denies the joy of life.
A sodden veil of earth,
Hangs upon my view of life.  

I feel it in my soul,
and try as I might.
I simply cannot find,
The pure joy of life.

A spectator at the curtains,
Drawn closed upon my dreams.
I’m the only witness,
To what I’ve lost to need.

Years have torn through me,
Eroding all my parts.
The world is such a wonder,
When faced with a younger heart.

I see beauty through their eyes,
Although I lack the zeal.
For the passion of creation,
My children always feel.

DM