Poem By Roy Turke

What is this feeling, no one knows
its always there, yet comes and goes
whether old, or very small
its something that, affects us all.
Laughter, sadness of disgrace
its always there, on every face
why this should be, and why it shows
who can tell, God only knows.
Preachers, Doctors, they can't say
why it is, we're made this way
when we laugh, or when we fall
its just emotions, that is all.

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