No Substitute For Happiness Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

In life,
There is no substitute for happiness
But we try to whitewash the tragic with distractions,
Yet the trials that must be transcended remain in place
peace of mind differs for most,
Though we bear in mind it's a place we'd all like to visit someday
It isn't always easy to shake the doldrums,
To cast aside the impatient weight,
That need to free oneself from immeasurable burdens
The ability to freely go about living is clearly very precious,
Also it is taken for granted by those whose existence doesn't behave as a chore