A Happy Soul
As I sit here on this grassy knoll,
I wonder what makes a happy soul.
Man has sought for bliss untold,
Ever since the days of old.
Some say it’s in loves embrace,
So they go and find a pretty face,
But love has thorns that lay concealed,
Which destroy a man when revealed.
Other claim that’s what wealth offers,
So they go out and fill their coffers,
But soon they are consumed with need,
And are left despised for their greed.
“Friends and family will get you there! ”
That is what most declare,
But betrayal by those you hold close, ...