Disowning Sorrow

Sorrow wanders my courtyard
And calls to me like a crying child,
Lost in my happy chores, I'm ruffled
by the sound of its clinking anklets,
At night, my dreamless sleep
is broken by sorrow that
calls out to me from its crib,

It looks at me longingly,
With sad eyes and hungry lips,
My soul over brims,
I give in and cradle it fondly,
Sorrow then cackles,
showing it's toothless gum
And feeds on my bosom,
And goes off to sleep...