Happiness Poem by Tony Walton
Happiness
Oh, my friend
you have got to
create it
invent it
reinvent it
choose it
work it
revise it
hatch it up
hunt it down
then you have to lose it
and then
find it all over again
the gods make plenty of happiness,
hell, they give it away in bundles,
but
few people have it
so be on the watch
when they offer it to you.
It is a beautiful struggle and
the only one there is.
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4/25/2024 12:13:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece with rich flow of thought nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing Tony.