My Futile Search
In my quest after happiness
I strayed looking it here and there
It remained elusive, often out of reach
As the pot of gold at the tip of a rainbow,
I looked to the skies seeking it
I looked around to trace it
I rummaged every heap to find it
I dived into every crevice to trap it
Now realize, I have looked through
Everything, but not in me!
Placed First
A Brian Strand 1092 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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