Happiness Is A Strange Thing Poem by Iris Rain

Happiness Is A Strange Thing



Happiness is a strange thing

Sometimes, It is easily within reach at times,
surrounded by happy laughters,
friends who wants to make you laugh,
and are happy to share your laughters,
people who makes you glad to be with them,
and are glad to be with you

Sometimes, happiness is lost.
Lost with friends whose laughter mean everything
Lost with lovers whose caress mean the world
Lost with forgetting who you are, and being tossed about in an unfriendly world.

Happiness is not a given, it needs to be seeked, and nurtured.
So when you found it, in the laughters of friends,
in the kind act of a stranger,
in the smallest dew dropp on a rose..
you hold onto to it,
and hope that it will live in your memories always.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Happiness is to be treasured....a true gift! Wear it like a blanket! ; D

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Joseph Poewhit 04 July 2010

Not to many people happy in todays world. - WANT

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