Where is happiness,
my fair-weather friend?
Here today, gone tomorrow
Almost gone for good
in the midst of sorrow

Where is happiness
my disloyal friend?
Quick to flee
when one disagrees
You shout, “Sayonara!”
at the first sign of palaver

Though pleasant you are
-still – fleeting is your presence
So I’ll go with Joy instead
-for the hard times ahead
-for the terrain I must tread

©Vivian Zems

Poets United- Happiness 

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