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.
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