Poetry: Simple Pleasures in Creative Writing

Simple Pleasures
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Amongst the daily bustle,
Her hair I do rustle;
Reminded of simple pleasures
That rest – forgotten.

Where did I lose
Those things that did rouse?
Those simple pleasures
That are soured and rotten.

My music, once consuming;
Now being empty and feuding.
Once of my simple pleasures
Now left – begotten.

Treasured feelings abroad
With hope, I do prod.
My simple pleasures arisen?
My hope heightens – less often.

©2002, Joe Jenkins