NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 7: Sorrow Inevitably Follows

The things that used to bring me joy
Are now viewed through a veil of tears

When I remember times now past
Memories leave a trail of tears

When I remember those I loved
I must suppress a gale of tears

I dare not ask for anything
I'll wind up with a pail of tears

Every story of happiness
Always ends as a tale of tears


The NaPoWriMo prompt asked for a poem about joy and gifts. Technically, this poem is about joy and gifts, just not about happy endings.
The form I used is the Ghazal

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