A Woman In Search of Happiness

Happiness is expensive; it is something so rare, It's there to be savored, a moment that's fair. Clutch to the moment, extend its brief stare. It comes on suddenly but it’s all wear and tear. Yet I do believe that love lurks around, Just search for it since to it you are bound. You know that I found it in a most unlikely place? In a small poorly child, hungry with a dirty face Abandoned by all. So I gave her something to wear, Also some bread, a mixture of fruit, an apple and pear. When she looked up, scrutinizing me with glee, Her lips smiled tenderly, then giggled at me.