I searched for it for years.
I turned every corner,
Seeking to find it.
The Happiness everyone spoke of.
Some said it was a song.
With every note,
it lifted up one’s heart.
But as I listened I did not find it there.
Others said it was money.
The lovely green layers,
Brought joy to one’s heart.
However it sprung no joy in me.
A few said it was knowledge.
With each new thing learned,
There was another reason to have delight.
Yet I still felt empty.
Now, I say it is a Man.
With every word spoken and touch felt,
My heart overflows with pleasure.
I have found what I have longed for.
He is my treasure.
With just the mention of his name,
I am a gullible, innocent child.
Happiness is a Man.