I can’t build you happiness
I can just give you the tools
I won’t tell you how to live
It’s for you to make those rules
I can say what works for me
And hope it works for you
I can share what makes me smile
And hope that you smile too
Happiness is yours to make
A creation of your soul
Impossible to purchase
Yet needed to be whole
The quest is never ending
To find that perfect place
The truth is it does not exist
With just one single face
It’s in the moments
That you can’t forget
In bold chances taken
In repaired regret
It lives inside us all
Waiting just for our call
About the Creator
Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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Comments (4)
Another gem to take to mind. Wisdom for the ages.
Very powerful beautiful poem!
nice and lovely poem... Feels so blissful after reading it great one
It feels to me that these could also be the words a parent tells their child. I'm no parent but I loved this poem.