Love Is A Fleeting Thing Poem by David Lewis Paget

Happiness is a Trojan Horse
That invades your surly gates,
It only comes at the best of times
And at other times, it waits,
You know that it’s somehow out there
But you search for it in vain,
The few that seem to possess it
Know that it always ends in pain.

There’s ever the swing of the pendulum
There’s happy, and then there’s sad,
A swing will bring with it sorrow
And another swing brings glad,
For life is a roller coaster
Sometimes up and sometimes down,
And everyone who’s around you
Bears a smile, or wears a frown.

Money won’t buy you happiness
According to the rich,
But they’ve never had to miss a meal
Or sleep in a freezing ditch,
Happiness means so many things
To the people, just like you,
A job, a child that comes back home
Or a bill paid, when it’s due.

We’d like to think that our happiness
Is directed from above,
Euphoria, as a heart will burst
At the thought of a new found love,
But time and tide will take us to
What love that sours will bring,
To often, many have heard it said
That love is a fleeting thing…

31 May 2013