We go through our lives looking for it,
Looking for that time of absolute pleasure,
But as we search for it
We use our precious time
Looking for that big goal,
That big goal of happiness.
In our search for it
We can miss many things,
And there are so many of them.
We may miss the little joys,
Those many joys that are there,
There all around us,
Around us all the time.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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A fine write, says me - hoping to go to a show where there's some stuff valued at over £1 million! That 'big goal' of happiness? Then I thought:
'Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know'.
Those garden birds are little joys, even great joys, as one example.
Thanks Orchi, watching the birds in the garden is priceless.
It's the little joys that make this life so worth while - well expressed. Off to a concert tonight in Milton Keynes - a tribute to Simon and Garfunkel - not something that would usually appeal to me but my wife is looking forward to it and I know being together it will be one of those little joys in life.
Very true, S and G were always very good and well worth listening to, tey bring back great memories of good times in the past. Thanks Michael.
In my experience ANDY ~ we are surrounded by "JOYS" 24/7 ~ but sometimes we miss them looking for the biggy ! One of my JOYS this morning was really loving & positive Poem from CHRISTINA S (as you also noticed) ~ who has been a bit "off line" lately ! Also for your JOY please check my WATERFALLS ACROSTIC ~ the "Joy of Nature" Yours BRIAN
Thank you Brian, joys are all around us.
Absolutely spot on GF60
I was guilty of this for so
Many years, but since my
Grand children were born
Everything changed
I'm sat here in a hairdressers
Watching my grandson
Pull funny faces as he gets his
Hair cut... it's absolutely hilarious
Grandchildren can give so much pleasure even in the little things they do. Thanks PH.
Much wisdom in this poem, Goldfinch. Good write!
Thank you Louis, much appreciated.
No joys around in 1066 when I said 'Look up, Sir' to Harold! Trust me to spoil the joys. doh!
The joys were still there as I fell about laughing!
Boo hoo, it was all my fault! Same as in 1666 too!
I love this poem. it reminds me of how important it is to translate in the so many ways there are on this problematic in which we all crave for during our lives. thanks for the reminder. you captured it deeply and honestly.
Thank you Kevin.
We are all so guilty of this. May we all become aware of little joys and every day miracles.
I hope we do as well. Thank you Heather.
Thanks for the reminder. So true. Well put.
Thank you Augustus, much appreciated.
Very true. The best of the moments is always the one we are living, yet we seem to be blind.
Thank you malubotelho, we just don't seem to have our eyes open sometimes.
excellent!
you read my mind.
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