Happiness
Happiness isn't how many times we breathe, it is more like the future from those breaths that we forsee.
Happiness is in all we see, taste, touch, speak and hear, and it is just as loud
from afar as it is near.
Happiness radiates a glow off off you and I, When we laugh, smile and even cry.
Happiness is ours until the very end,
When we are holding hands with our Lord and asking him
"How are you doing my friend?"
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