Little Joys.

Goldfinch60

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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2017 01:20
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    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.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi, watching the birds in the garden is priceless.

    • Michael Edwards

      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.

      • Goldfinch60

        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.

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        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

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Brian, joys are all around us.

        • P.H.Rose

          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

          • Goldfinch60

            Grandchildren can give so much pleasure even in the little things they do. Thanks PH.

          • Louis Gibbs

            Much wisdom in this poem, Goldfinch. Good write!

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Louis, much appreciated.

            • orchidee

              No joys around in 1066 when I said 'Look up, Sir' to Harold! Trust me to spoil the joys. doh!

              • Goldfinch60

                The joys were still there as I fell about laughing!

                • orchidee

                  Boo hoo, it was all my fault! Same as in 1666 too!

                • kevin browne

                  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.

                • Heather T

                  We are all so guilty of this. May we all become aware of little joys and every day miracles.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    I hope we do as well. Thank you Heather.

                  • Augustus

                    Thanks for the reminder. So true. Well put.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you Augustus, much appreciated.

                    • malubotelho

                      Very true. The best of the moments is always the one we are living, yet we seem to be blind.

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Thank you malubotelho, we just don't seem to have our eyes open sometimes.

                      • onepauly

                        excellent!
                        you read my mind.



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