HAPPINESS IS

lasergraph

 

(c) 2018 Edward York

 

Happiness is so elusive,

It often seems to hide.

We try so hard to find it,

But we fail to look inside.

 

You won't find it in money,

Or shiny brand new things.

No drink or drug will help you,

Nor the deadening that it brings.

 

A big house won't make you happy,

A new car will soon get old.

Your heart can still feel empty,

While you sit and count your gold.

 

New things won't bring you comfort,

And trips will end too fast.

Gifts may bring excitement,

But that feeling just won't last.

 

Money may ease your burdens;

Fame may bring you pride,

But neither is a replacement,

For who is standing by your side.

  • Author: lasergraph (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2018 15:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write laser.

    • lasergraph

      Thank you my friend.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      THANKS EDWARD ~ In my experience HAPPINESS does not consist of the sum of my material possessions ~ but the SUM of the LOVE of my Family & Friends ~ AMEN ~ Thanks for caring & sharing ~ BRIAN

    • El_Pretzadente

      This is Awesome. Great job

    • mrsbeaver

      Just lovely x

    • Christina8

      This is an excellent poem Laser! All these things are so true.

    • w c

      I'm happy to say i enjoyed it

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful write laser and so very true. True happiness does not cost anything.

    • Accidental Poet

      Beautiful poem Ed. A partner at your side is all you need.

    • FredPeyer

      The whole poem is great, but the last two lines are excellent!

    • Chloe Rachel Flisher

      What a powerful poem. Well done!

    • lasergraph

      Thanks to all who commented. I am always uplifted when I come here. This place is like family and feels like going to "Cheers" where everybody knows your name.



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