Happiness

Could I take an apple from a tree
and hold happiness in the same hand?
A hole – would its depth satisfy me?
Or should I dig even deeper?
Can it be found on a deserted land,
Where the lost and weary roam?
The ocean has the water, the thirsty – leave it alone.
Does a fish contain more happiness?
It swims freely – without a care.
It wouldn’t have to worry; it’s rich with completely nothing.
Wherever I go happiness is seen,
but if you ask – they look for more.
With the thirst they cough,
salt draining the feeling –that they had enough

by Robert Lawrence

Other poems of LAWRENCE (12)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.