Happiness... - Poem by Richard Johnson
What is this thing called Happiness
And why do we search so vehemently for it...
Is it a place comparable with paradise
Is the grass truly greener there
Or is it something tangible
A treasure perhaps
Something you could possess and own
Though laughable it seems
Or is it just another of our 101 fleeting emotions
That plague us in our mortal conscience
Profitting us nothing
As momentary as ectasy
Or is it something deeper
Perchance Happiness is that change
From stable and ongoing termoil
Like rainfall in the Sahara
Or sunshine after a passed huricane
Or for the sake of words, the opposite
When everything thing is going right
That swift and noticable strife
Which helps to make you appreciate life's good
Or even more extreme,
What if Happiness is a person
Here today bringing laughter and sunshine
Gone tomorrow and taking it with them
What if my happiness is you.....
By RICHONE aka L.O.T.C.J.
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