We come out of night.
Oh brief delight.
The song of the bird
A loving word
All are heard.
Nature’s scent
Our lives are spent
In joy and pain.
In the end ‘tis all the same.
From the dark womb
We come
For a time dally under the sun
Then to the tomb.
It is over all to soon.
K Morris - Poet 
Great poem if a little depressing.
Thank you. Kevin
Artfully crafted – I like all your works, although I’m definitely partial to sad ones
Thank you. I am looking forward to reading more of your writing. I also like sad poetry. If you haven’t already done so, you might like to check out the poetry of Ernest Dowson. I particularly recommend his “They Aare not long, the weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate. I think they have no portion in us after we pass the gate. They are not long the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream our path emerges for a while, then closes within a dream”. Kevin
That’s beautiful, I’ll definitely look into his poetry more, thanks!