Pursuit of Happiness

It's not so elusive; not so hard to find;

It's all around every day

There for the taking...

A well never emptied. No matter how much

Is drawn from its reservoir

There's always more.

It rains from the sky...

Rides on the wind.

Its comfort is like the

Embrace of a friend.

A tickle, a tingle,

A twinkling eye,

Smiles on the faces of passers-by.

And though the World may be humbled and hard,

Days may be long and travail deep and dense,

The Happiness waits with the patience of Saints

At the end of the journey to help us make sense

Of a life that is otherwise

Filled with remorse...

It's in the pursuit

That we find our true course.