Of what does happiness consist?
Merely a feeling of content
is it enough to just exist?
Is it just a sometime thing?
Which we experience now and then
that stirs our hearts so they must sing.
If we don’t know the opposite
how can we know that we are glad?
I think it only apposite.
We meditate and celebrate
all the emotions we can feel.
So we with confidence can state.
Today I am not sad but glad
to be who and where I am.
All in all life’s not too bad.
Sadness balances happiness
as sure as day must follow night.
This truth I feel I must express.
Sadness balances happiness as sure as day must follow night. This truth I feel I must express. soliloquy of silence in the wilderness of mans soul, a great poem good sir..felicitations..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That answers the question Ivor! Nice write! ! ! *10 *