what is happiness. then?
is it like a passing fad
a breathe, a puff, a dewdrop?
the longer i live the lesser
i know; time only rewards us
with memories and chance.
and each passing hour
like chains of clouds passing
by on a hot summer day
gives no clue to tomorrow
we get what we can
from the moments we are given
and live or die
what truth or lie
the meanings we glean
from the harvester's pile.
A nice poetic imagination, Ofero. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Lovely poem.. Happiness like passing fad