Happy Lives To Live Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Happy lives to live,
Are gifts to get.
And happy lives to live,
Come to those who pick them..
With a comfort that fits.
To rid themselves of anything,
That doesn't benefit.

Happy lives to live,
Seem seldom done by the ones...
Comparing themselves to others,
In rat races wasting time...
Trying to find a happiness to define,
That will be accepted...
By a collective approval or suitable to meet,
Expected preferences some agree they seek.
With their unsolicited opinions given,
On how deserving that happiness should be.

Happy lives to live,
Are gifts to get.
And happy lives to live,
Come to those who pick them..
With a comfort that fits.
To rid themselves of anything,
That doesn't benefit.

'Now that you are at the age of 68,
What about that have you discovered...
Can you say you have found more to appreciate? '

~I've noticed my focus is less on appearances.
To know 'sometimes' appearances can be faked.
Nor do I spend time evaluating my happiness.
Since each day,
I may wish to experience a different taste.~

'So you are still evolving? '

~Of course.
With time I am changing.
I can't remain the same.
Nor can I define my happiness to anyone.
But I know whoever makes claims,
They live life to stay the same unchanged...
Will never know for them what happiness is.~

'How can you say that with such confidence? '

~Life to live happily is to experience it.
And those who live each day to repeat,
A happiness sought years ago to keep...
Find it difficult to let old things go!
And at the age of 68...
Each day I'm seeking something new to embrace.
As if a gift to be blessed to get had been given.~

Happy lives to live,
Are gifts to get.
And happy lives to live,
Come to those who pick them..
With a comfort that fits.
To rid themselves of anything,
That doesn't benefit.