One should never spend too much time
in a search for happiness.
Like the ticks of an inaccurate clock; time will still pass
and any such fleet euphoria treasured
more than life itself
will soon fly like a buzzard
to its perch in the rotten tree above the carcass….
Waiting on the spirit to die….
2008 © TS
so now when happiness finally slaps me in the face I may be tempted to slap back...you have such a razor sharp way of seeing things...great poem.
Or... that bird can be in paradise. Life's short.... paradise isn't. t x
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rushing ahead of life in search of happiness...time is set to pass at a constant rate...just treasure each second on its accurate value, all euphoria proving to be short livened… deep wonderful insight, Ted…ten grade