Happiness Hired
We are an odd people aren't we?
All trying to get somewhere-
with sight but blind to see
how little we actually care.
We stumble around
and push others down
in attempts to gain ground
as in self interests we drown
But what if we offered a hand?
To those of us that got tired?
The only existing reprimand
would be happiness hired.
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