Happiness is not a toy
That soon loses its first joy
Happiness is not like socks
We can’t fit it in a box
Happiness is not a Steal
Lure of sale-sticker appeal
We don’t pick its shape or size
By the color of its eyes
We can’t wrap it up, oh no
Nor garnish it with a bow
We won’t find it on store-shelves
We can’t buy it for ourselves
Happiness is not like Stuff
Packed inside a box of fluff
It is a strange paradox
Not like balls or blocks or socks
Happiness is a free prize
If...
we learn where it’s secret lies
For...
For...
We can not keep it and yet
The more we give the more we get
© Janet Martin
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