For most it can be like a flickering flame
That dies in the frost of a cold Winter's night
Hours before the dawning of morning's grey light
Admired by the masses but lacking in the inner glow
Many of the wealthy and famous of happiness does not know
Though millions admire them and their praises do sing
Happiness to them fame did fail for to bring
Since happiness is a thing that cannot be bought or sold
It does not have a price on it of money or gold
It can be said of she or he that they are rare
The contented of mind known billionaire
The words of a wise one worthy of recall
That those you think have everything do not have it all.
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