You desperately want to be happy
But can only be happy when
You get that new job
Or a lottery win
You'll surely be happy then?
There's always another hurdle
One more barrier to cross
But you'll only really be happy
When you know that you are the boss.
The truth is you'll never be happy
Till you realise what happy is not
It's not reaching out for the next thing
It's to be happy with what you have got.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
