A Visitor
Happiness knocked upon my door,
I chose to let it in.
Although it stayed for a little while,
I knew it’d leave again.
It talked and laughed and danced and joked
And promised me the moon.
But with the blink of my brown eyes,
It disappeared too soon.
It fled the scene one summer night
And left me in despair.
I walked and cried and searched the town
But happiness wasn’t there.
I wait for it to come again.
I peek into the night.
My waiting heart will be in vain,
Happiness, has lost sight.
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meter and rhyme is akin to Blake’s “Songs of Innocence”
I’ll have to look that one up. I’ve never read it!!
Emily Dickinson-ian, and most enjoyable.
Thanks! She was such an intriguing figure!
.happiness is within (maybe)
Yes, Jim. Something that is learned with the passing of time.