Happiness is like a butterfly,
many times it flits on by.
Always flying just ahead,
out of reach, overhead.
But then one day it lands on you
and you don't know quite what to do.
You try to grab it, hold on tight,
and just that quickly it's out of sight.
Perhaps you might sit back and say,
if happiness lands again one day,
I will gently hold it in my hand,
enjoy the moment, life is grand.
Love the poem :) Just wish we could somehow get it to post with our line breaks and stanzas...
ReplyDeletethere must be a way to do that. let's play around--somehow my linebreaks stayed in. Also, I think if you all have poems from the other days, you should definitely post those.
ReplyDeleteI agree Sherina. My poems show up with line breaks when I am writing a post, and then come out differently after I post. Cullen-how did you accomplish this?
ReplyDeleteWish I could figure out the line breaks! I dislike having poetry look like a run on sentence!
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