Her Happiness

As a youth she chased her happiness
As if it was her right.
She believed at the end of the pursuit
She would own it.

Then at last arrived the insight-
Her happiness could not be grasped.
She could not catch the butterfly with
Her greedy clutching hands.

She learned if she sat down quietly
With patience and with thought
Their was a chance the butterfly
Would alight upon her.

As in most things
Now her happiness has wings.






















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-09 at 02:42

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Esti D-G
Bookmarked!
2009-04-11


TonyD
Reading this lovely poem certainly increased my happiness a little; thank you for writing it!
2009-04-10


Kathy Lockhart
This is a beautiful text filled with much wisdom and encouragement. applause.
2009-04-09


melanie sue
All I know is that I love this-especially that last line. It is that last line that makes this poem so good! Well done. :)
2009-04-09


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I do like wings - I believe everyone should have a pair tucked away :-)

Elle x
2009-04-09


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful lesson that in most cases only time can provide, although reading texts like this will certainly help. Thank You. :)
2009-04-09


Rob Graber
Beautiful and brilliant manipulation of the lepidopteran imagery!
2009-04-09



lol loved this Linda! Patience is a virtue, only time brings. Smiling at you, Tai
2009-04-09