Treasure Island

Marie Irene Strarup Christensen


No one's really happy.


No one's really happy.

People may smile,
but it doesn't mean
they're happy.

You may have happy moments,
the five seconds,
when you blow out the candles on your birthday,
but then the light's are out
and the moment is over.

Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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Dedicated to all those people, who seek for happiness.

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  • Sj Holland (6/15/2013 4:37:00 PM)

    Yes, I do. I liked your poignant, little poem. It had such a ring of truthfulness for many, including me. They say that happiness is a choice. I'm doing better with that, though it was hard to understand at first. (Report) Reply

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