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When my little feet
Ran along the track
I thought
Happiness was
The running event
The runner
The track
And may be that red ribbon
Which awaits
For the fastest sprinter
Though it did not take much time
To find out
That a coin had two faces
Happiness and Disappointment
One will come in the other’s trail
This game of coin I played all my life
Until a few days ago
When I was startled
To discover
That happiness always lay hidden
In the heart
And nowhere outside
Only it had to come out
Cracking the shell
And spread over the vastness
Giving every object
A new light
Every bend
A new view
Happiness is the sharp, pointed
Nib of a pen
And is always filled
With ink of light
And ever ready to write
The story of a life
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Happiness@ PU
