happy days

so what is happiness?

what is this elusive

thing.

that we all

strive for, or are we?

maybe contentment

is a better word.

or an hour of no pain

and suffering.

happiness is too big

of an idea for this life.

this ever changing

life.who is truly happy?

the man and woman

at the altar.

maybe, for a while.

the politician that won?

the monk, the priest,

the child with an ice

cream cone.

it's ephemeral, it's a

passing fancy.

does sex do it,

maybe for a moment

and then sadness overcomes

you.

drinking.

it's short lived and you

pay for it in the morning.

drugs, no.

prayer and faith.

you still aren't out

of the crazy woods with

that. you get a flat

tire and the smile

quickly slides off your face.

is the pope happy, i mean

truly happy. is he waking

up every day doing cartwheels

down the vatican halls?

doubtful, not with that big

hat on.

i don't think i've ever

come across anyone

who is happy all the time.

for a minute maybe.

and then

life kicks in.