Happiness. It is, abundance
There’s abundance, in happiness
It’s appetite for peace, ravenous
Carrying this wealth in abundance
To share, there’s a reluctance
We fail to awaken and realize
It lies inside, the big prize
It is never too late to begin
No need for thoughts to thin
Happiness, our ideal state
It is the foundation of the great
They have suffered losses
Their lives, even hitting pauses
The difference of mind is clear
Whatever may decide to appear
The happy remain anchored
They are never angered
Anguish and fear, both alien
The mind, valuable as titanium
Shimmering, like polished gold
It’s a joy to welcome and behold
Allowing happiness to enter
From the innermost center
To the outermost boundary
We become, the worthy
Forgetting the heavenly mantle
We work, to dismantle
The framework of happiness
It’s done, through pettiness
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As we work to reclaim
Happiness, it makes us tame
Getting along with the rest
No more an uphill test
When happiness is in the bag
Content, we no longer brag
The world looks different
Our attitude, less belligerent
Such a treasure, happiness
Wish it could be instantaneous
We are one thought away
Perhaps it may come, today
Happiness is a detergent
Cleans and reveals the present
Flowing effortlessly, like a river
Washing residue making us bitter
It isn’t an unsurmountable step
Once we learn to fully accept
We’re dispensable, and delicate
Shedding any notion life’s desolate
Find happiness, time’s passing
Before everything comes crashing
With wings of happiness, we soar
To where we were before
Where there is joy in abundance
As children, we showed no reluctance
To freely express life in its totality
Then, happiness was such a reality
