Like many others failing to be happy
I try to make happy the world.
Still as happiness happens
(both words coming from Old Norse, happ,
meaning ‘luck’)
what can we do ?
Go round the clock
moaning: be happy, happy,
behave yourself
for I wish you well?
Nursing our misery like a rhyme?
Changing diapers to despair?
Buttering watches with bread knives
as above named March Hare?
Reasoning with hairspring?
Wringing hands of the maimed chronometer?
Seasoning spring air?
Drinking health from the hourglass?
Another etude in tinsel, written, perhaps, in Spanish
“Felicidad”
But what about beatitude?
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