|Joy and Pain and Lack of Same|
|By Mary Klomps - 1985|
|You never knew the joy of life;
the sound of birds that sing.
You’ll never feel the warm sunshine,
the smell or sounds of spring.
You’ll never feel the sting of pain,
the joy of butterflies,
or feel life’s heartaches either,
feel hurt when someone cries.
You’ll never know if you’ve done wrong,
or know when something’s right.
You’ll never have a loss,
or see the stars at night.
You’ll never feel the joy of touch,
the hurt of withholding the same.
We’ll never know the “full joy of you.”
You’ll never know our pain.
You’ll never know any of these;
we’ll never forget your name.
We’ll glory in the lessons
you taught because you came.