c’est la vie

Je.
J is the first letter of a wonderful name,
my very J,
my capital letter, my anchor to this crazy time.

Joy is my ode to life, my cross to bear
when you are not there.

La joie. C’est quoi, la joie?
Une folie, une bêtise, une fois
il y avait les rois
mais maintenant c’est moi
qui doit écrire la loi.

How is joy born? Where? Is it in me?
Joy is everywhere and, you see,
it is simply meant to be,

la joie de la vie.


how would you make the poetess happier?