The happiest people don’t have perfect lives;
They find the good in what is close at hand.
They notice where a quiet kindness thrives,
And build their peace on what they understand.
They don’t keep waiting for a better day,
Or count the things they wish had gone their way;
They take the small bright moments as they stay,
And let enough be more than just okay.
For joy is not a prize we finally win,
Or something waiting far beyond today;
It starts when we make room for light within,
And choose to see the grace along the way.
So happiness is learning how to live
With open hands, and love for what we’re given.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Be pleased with what we already have in our lives.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Gold. I suppose to a pessimist all days are 'bad old days' and to an optimist they are all 'good old days'.
'Which days are they?' one asks me. I reply 'Oh, the todays I worried about tomorrow or next year' - summat like that. lol.
Thank you Orchi. Yeah summat like that. LOL
You have outdone yourself on this one Andy one of my favorites of yours and I could not agree more. Very nicely said with good rhyme and meter and in perfect sonnet form. A definite fave my friend
Thankj you Dave, so much appreciated.
Andy
Not Dave but you are most welcome Andy
Sorry Fred, I'll get the name right one day LOL
Bert
words of truth friend
Thank you Norman.
Andy
most welcome
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