We tell ourselves that it will come.
It will descend upon us
While we are busy
Or simply laying about,
Bestowed like a crown,
A reward for patience.
Or, we seek it in others,
To suck out,
Like juice from a peach,
Dependent on the energy
Or whim of the loved.
In truth, we make our own.
We find it in ourselves,
In our nature and in our actions.
Focus on where you
Find happiness,
For joy lies near by.
nearby? i'm too lazy to check if 'near by' is normally 'allowed'! did you have to go to India to claim the prize? ? i find some contentment (see previous comment) on PH. you help with some of it. bri :)
this flows so nicely. no rhymes needed. I especially enjoyed the first stanza; that’s how I want joy to come to me: no work on MY part! maybe that’s why I don’t think of my life in terms of ‘joy’ NOR ‘happiness’, but, instead, in terms of contentment, which for me is good enough. it HAS TO BE! and usually I have it. ice cream helps! ! I’ll send to MyPoemList. bri :)
Amazing read. Truly said that joy lies nearby! Happy to see you here dear poet Pal....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha! No, Bri.....I didn't go to India. Too far and too rxpensive for a pat on the back and a paper certificate. Poet currency!