Happy isn’t a distant friend
who you see only once and awhile.
Happy isn’t inherited
Like Grandma’s fine china
Reserved for special occasions.
Happy isn’t that time a few days,
A few weeks,
A few months ago.
Remember?
Happy is squeezed from a tube
And crawls across the bristles of your brush.
Happy is paper or plastic,
White or whole wheat.
It’s heads or tails
Eggs any style.
And cereal for dinner
Happy is the dessert you eat first
Because life is uncertain.
Except for its shortness
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