Pleasure is the absence of pain
Its loved ones being devoid of all ills
Having sufficient wealth to pay the bills!
Its avoiding that which might send us insane

Pleasure arises as hardships wane
It’s a calmer life devoid of big spills
having sufficient leisure and a few thrills
Its helping others without being vain.

Successes that lift our grey gloom.
Would you pass up a good time
or prefer to wallow in your darkened room?

Please arise to this challenge to climb
out of your sad sorry tomb
and write your own cheerful rhyme?

Poetry 10: pleasure, sonnet, apostrophe