Gaining is what I feel,
Better be not negated,
Happiness as my name,
Always doin` my relish.
Gatherers make this,
Daily they imply,
It is created not made,
Always doin` my relish.
Listen I say `er,
Serenity never beatitude,
Useless they find,
Always doin` my relish.
Melancholy I don’t feel,
Not devine I divulge,
Better marvelous habitually,
Always doin` my relish.
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Author:
Iddy Chesire (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem emphasize the inherent nature of happiness, portraying it as a genuine and constant part of a person's identity. The poem explores the daily contributions of gatherers, rejecting the notion that happiness is made, but rather, it is created through a habitual and mindful pursuit, contrasting the absence of melancholy with a consistently marvelous outlook.
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