Happiness

Happy – is a state of mind
Sometimes awful hard to find
Something that cannot be mined
And, just like love, is sometimes blind,
Happy – cannot be designed
And, often cannot be defined
With money – frequently entwined
But – cannot clearly be combined,
Happy – if found in life’s grind
More than not, is silver-lined
But, look ahead and not behind
To truly knot the ties that bind,
Happy – goodness given back in kind
Pleasantness, if wined and dined
What is right, and right refined
Happiness … all sealed and signed!

D.C. Butterfield