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Happiness

everyone cannot be
equally materially wealthy
but all can be happy
if we are internally positive,
abiding by the honesty
we are born with
and being conscious
we are doing well
rather than being well,
repelling what is morally repulsive.
Self conquered, you wake up
to find real bliss is
not in what are glorious
but evanescent as
power, fame, and money
but in a working relation
among body, mind, heart and soul
as each climbs childhood's staircase
to become adult at uneven pace.
Tree-dwelling or sledge drawn
or sputnik zoomed,
emotions that manifest
on their own
as shame, fear, anger, hatred
and other impulses,despite
always being original
and taste antediluvian,
are still reborn
with each individual,
hold you scepter or crozier,
broom or begging bowl.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus