No Happiness Poem by John Florio

No Happiness
© John

Life itself is a perplexed puzzle,
Hard to know about it well;
People say it a war, or be a battle,
But we can really never tell.
Or if it is a story what is written,
Curiosity to know is a big burden.

In avarice of wealth, love, beauty,
And of the pride, we are busy;
Intoxicated in them is everybody,
Why these people are so crazy!
No one abides the rules of Nature,
Trying to change the face of future.

Hearty smile never comes to those,
Who are engaged in business;
Often stay afar, we're hardly close,
What is family and happiness?
No time to share with others at all,
Life in solitude seems a mere doll.

One by one got separated from us,
We could do nothing for them;
Memorizing of what he or she was,
Breaks us as if a rosary of gem.
In agony of separation, we all weep,
What we sowed then is hard to reap!