There are many morning roads to happiness-
I walk down one of them now-
The sun brightens the flowerbed below
Scarlets and violets, yellows and blues.
Happiness is so easy now so free so simple so clear-
I in my old age have learned to appreciate
What the eyes so readily give.
Happiness is seeing-
And this is more than enough now.
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