Happiness Isn'T Imminent Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A receiving of a happiness,
Isn't imminent.
Or unlimited,
If...
One sits with a wish for it to get.

A receiving of a life that pleases,
One has to cease...
To release,
A complaining on a daily basis,
About every single obstacle one must face.

Few are born,
Without tasks to test we must complete.
And...
Few are born,
Without crawling to walk tall on two feet.
And...
Few are born,
To be fed to feed on sweetened treats.
And...
Few are born,
To have their paths cleared of debris.
To allow heights to reach successfully.
And...
Few are born,
Without tears from their eyes to cry!

A receiving of a happiness,
Isn't imminent.
Or unlimited,
If...
One sits with a wish for it to get.
And all they do is benefit.

We all are flawed...
With some kind of blemish we wish to diminish.
And...
We all are flawed,
To make mistakes we can not erased.
And...
We all are flawed...
With 'something' everyday to bemoan.
Believing all our troubles are condoned alone.

But a happines,
Is more than a wish to get.
It has to first be recognized,
In the giving and receiving of it.
And...
A happiness,
Isn't imminent.
One who knows about sacrifice,
Knows about a living with a happiness.
And...
A happiness,
Isn't imminent.
No!
One who knows about sacrifice,
Knows about a living with a happiness.
And...
A happiness,
Isn't imminent.
No!
One who knows about sacrifice,
Isn't waiting for somebody else's happiness.