Don’t sell your happiness
Don’t sell your happiness to any one person
There are a myriad of people in my life
In whom, I have invested some of my happiness
However, the bulk of my happiness still resides with me
I must be the ultimate author of my happiness
The bubbling wellspring still remains in my court
There are no friends that can take my happiness away
Understand, losing them will produce a sadness
And that sadness may continue for many days
But, the fountainhead of my happiness still flows
There is no family that can wipe away my happiness
Although loss or anger may generate a sorrow
And that sorrow may last a lengthy time
But still, in my plaza, there is a fountain
Where happiness continues to stream
There is no love of my life that can staunch my happiness
Although that happiness may be hidden for a time
Behind a seeming insurmountable wall of pain
But my happiness knows it will outlast
A wall of pains bricks mortared by hurt
It will trickle slowly through the seams
Until erosion forces the fall
And happiness washes away the remnants
But only,
If I have not sold my happiness to any one person
Ron Simpson, Jr.
August 1, 2010
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