Happiness Poem by Enoch Cole

HAPPINESS
Happiness...
Happyness, what is happiness?
Is it just a feeling? .

Well, I feel happiness,
But it's far beyond feeling,
It exceeds your normal imagination,
It involves combination of other constitutions to match it's valuation.
But in my own judgement station,
Which subsists as none other but my mind,
Obtaining this summary of mine was a grind,
I perspired to draw this conclusion: .

Happiness is being grateful,
For any pleasant thing,
Little be it or big, executing love,
And showing no hope for a reciprocal.
Being humble, loyal and righteous,
Not limiting these to the prominent but also to the mame.
Armed with good energy and vibe for all humanity,
Even those that hate you and wish to be notified that you are the source of people's pity.
Scrambling to interact even when you're spurned multiple times.
Stay napping consistently on good health,
For wealth without health is like bad breath.
Owing no Adam and Eve a dime.
Not suspected or held for any crime whatsoever, or any dubious act.

Happiness can be identified when you bury your pride.
How can one be spotted with stripes of ego and pioneer happiness?
Being literate, having intact your five senses, to align with the sixth: happiness.
Happiness is a whole sense on it own.
Interceding for those your enemies that want you dead, and others that eye thee a nugatory.
Conclusively on my perception about happiness, is when you have your sanity in place.
Peradventure there's any other my horizon misplaced, let it be an untold story.
Folks that may scorn this theory, to hell.
For you and I ain't in the same category,
So you may bring your fallacy.
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