This is the perfect setting
Where I begin to think happiness is not meant for the likes of me
Or perhaps happiness meant for us will always be short-lived
Must we jump from place to place, seeking what is not ours?
Must we jump from person to person, getting what would be short-lived?
Or must we be served with a cup of sadness instead?
Now is when I smile with sadness
Now is when I understand that those of us with happy faces and sad eyes
serve happiness on a platter for others.
It is too much to ask for, even though we don't ask
It is too much of a bargain.
It is truly expensive!
Not that we are desperate,
but we seek to find the same happiness we serve on platters for others
but cannot put in saucers for ourselves.
We want to be home and share our joy
Not wander in the woods and write our sorrows
Until then, may our readers find hope and happiness on the platters of our sorrows we serve them.
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