HAPPINESS
Happiness, you're not so big
As people think you are.
No brassy band or loud hurrah
No swinging on a star.
You're just a blink, a tiny snatch,
A bubble on the air,
A rivulet on a window pane,
A smile from one who cares,
Smelling Autumn, flannel P. J.s
On a blustery night
A soothing bath when day is done
And nerves are granite tight,
The first hot sip of coffee
That opens up the eyes
The powdered love of baby
When mother steals it's cries
A blazing sunset gloriously
Diverse with mountain green
Your unexpected tears
In the hero's dying scene,
You're tiny as a pebble
Tossed in the sea of life
That ripples on incessantly
To dull depression's knife.
Ripples close together,
Ripples spaced afar,
Happiness, you're not so big
As people think you are.
Copyright, Carol McDonald, 1974
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