Happiness
poem by:
George McLaren
Written
on Jan 11, 2014
Happiness. The problem. The Eternal search goes on for all of us. The elusive pimpernel of life. Like the object we look for everywhere And just cannot find. Because it is in our pocket, all along. Happiness. The solution. Strike it from all books; take it away. We will not look for what we cannot see. And behold in its non existence, finds us all. Because it has been in there, all along.
Tags: inspirational, encouraging, imagery, abstract,
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greg woods commented:
Yes it's always there buried under all the problems.
Janet Vick
commented:
So true. We look to hard and frequently crush it. Janet
ann parks
commented:
In fleeting moments of sunshine, affection, and satisfaction at a job well done or some honest appreciation for my efforts.....there is happiness! well done ....i enjoyed this poem Ann
Christopher Russon
commented:
Nice poem.we don't find happiness in books especially the romantic kind.
