Happiness
    
Happiness is like a crystal,
fair and exquisite and clear,
broken in a million pieces,
shattered, scattered far and near.
  
Now and then along life's pathway,
Lo! some shining fragments fall;
but there are so many pieces 
no one ever finds them all.
    
You may find a bit of beauty,
or an honest share of wealth,
while another just beside you
gathers honor, love or health.
    
Vain to choose or grasp unduly,
broken is the perfect ball;
and there are so many pieces
no one ever finds them all.
    
Yet the wise as on they journey
treasure every fragment clear,
fit them as they may together,
imaging the shattered sphere.
    
Learning ever to be thankful,
though their share of it is small;
for it has so many pieces
no one ever finds them all.
    
by Priscilla Leonard


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