Poem By ivor or ivor.e hogg
Of what does happiness consist?
Merely a feeling of content
is it enough to just exist?
Is it just a sometime thing?
Which we experience now and then
that stirs our hearts so they must sing.
If we don’t know the opposite
how can we know that we are glad?
I think it only apposite.
We meditate and celebrate
all the emotions we can feel.
So we with confidence can state.
Today I am not sad but glad
to be who and where I am.
All in all life’s not too bad.
Sadness balances happiness
as sure as day must follow night.
This truth I feel I must express.