Of Happiness Poem by me poet yeps poet

Of happiness
there can be no one sentence
Or comparison

Many have different choices
some love money
others sex
few only love many kisses

many like scores of friends
old ailing moms
want all kids to be around
when she is on her last
heaven bound
Lord knows when
ah
last wish

some envy other's drawing rooms
carpets from Kashmir
and
newly weds want saris
from Bangalore

so many are so greedy
and practically all say
we have no ego
now just tell me
how to define
let me have my own go

of happiness
I just don't know
But let me still have a go

A smile on my face
a dimple in my cheek
lovely words to hear
sweet nothings
when lovers to me reach

I need hot morning tea
a comfortable bed
plenty to donate
not hoard instead

this is just a bit of happiness
ere I am dead
come and smile
tell me glad
you had met me

I will remember thee
when The Lord alone
is besides me