QUEST FOR HAPPINESS
As I walked along the rugged path,
With soul less red more gray,
A wishful thought set my mind a task,
A goal to reach that pinnacle one day.
Then winter went and summer came,
The ice melted, the pinnacle was gray,
Have the Gods been playing a game,
Confusion put my mind at bay.
In this new direction I walked along,
Flowers bloomed and fruit was plenty,
Out of zeal I sang a song,
But what was ahead always intrigued me.
To my surprise I found nothing,
Apples rotted, grapes were sour,
The season it seemed had lost its sting,
To change I deemed it was the hour.
My heart still longs for those sunny days.
Will the clouds ever move and the birds sing?
Yet many men seem to live that way...
Oh! Yes there will be a long lasting spring.
With soul less red more gray,
A wishful thought set my mind a task,
A goal to reach that pinnacle one day.
Then winter went and summer came,
The ice melted, the pinnacle was gray,
Have the Gods been playing a game,
Confusion put my mind at bay.
In this new direction I walked along,
Flowers bloomed and fruit was plenty,
Out of zeal I sang a song,
But what was ahead always intrigued me.
To my surprise I found nothing,
Apples rotted, grapes were sour,
The season it seemed had lost its sting,
To change I deemed it was the hour.
My heart still longs for those sunny days.
Will the clouds ever move and the birds sing?
Yet many men seem to live that way...
Oh! Yes there will be a long lasting spring.
