Happiness
Happiness is a fleeting thing
At times it can feel like a memory
something that was experienced
but sadly short lived
It's like a flower coming into bloom
the dew droplets hanging off the petals
the sweet scent of a rose hanging in the air
Happiness however fleeting should be cherished
like a blind person being able to see the world for the first time.
A father witnessing the birth of his child.
One should remember when sorrow comes your way
and you feel as if everything is crumbling around you
think back to those happy moments
use it to lighten up those dark days
remember that there is someone out there
someone that has never had a happy moment to think back on
someone who is suffering through worse fate than yours
and in every dark cloud there is a silver lining.
By
Jamila Larrier
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