The Hunt

When I was young and eager to live, I hunted a thing I knew not what. I had so much I wanted to give But to whom or to what I knew not. My pa laughed, said,"Why, that's easy son. You are hunting happiness, that's all." "Happiness?",I thought,"So, that's the one." That hunt, that trophy became my call. I hunted wide and I hunted far, And I found a man who said he knew. He said,"Fame and riches aren't your star. But just what it is is up to you." I said,"Thanks for nothin'"and moved on. I hunted harder and wider still Until finally my hope was gone. So I sought a bar to drink my fill. There she was just standing in the door. She had looked for something everywhere. I looked and knew I need hunt no more - Happiness has blue eyes, golden hair. 10/29/2016