imagine a life devoid of pleasure, of great joy?
what would be the point?
an elder once shared
that pleasure is an indulgence
reserved for the blessed few with no cares.
“life is about duty and obligation,” elder declared.
even naïve, at the cusp of adulthood,
i knew deep inside that this was a flagrant falsehood.
no, that would not be my truth to bear.
for me, pleasure would be as essential as water and air.
unlike said elder,
i’d tasted pleasure.
pleasure came a knockin’ on my door,
i’d let it right on in asked for more –
i soaked up pleasure as if it were buried treasure!
there was no going back,
for i’d grown too fond of pleasure‘s intoxicating taste.
i continue to seek you, pleasure
in your various guises and splendor-
to relish in you responsibly
sharing you widely.
for this i know with great certainty:
life will bring its bitters –
that is a given.
it also generously provides the sweets
to make it all tolerable and mercifully even.