The Pursuit of Happiness

The Pursuit of Happiness

A Poem by Donald Meikle

happiness is to be oblivious of pain.
Then again pain tells me I'm alive
Happiness is to be alive to life.
Then again some deeds of men disgust me
Happiness is to be oblivious.
Oblivion is not a goal
Open that one
The one with the frosted neck
Happiness is a dream

© 2008 Donald Meikle


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I can't recall ever thinking about happiness. We just are, right? Of course maybe I'm only semi-alive. When people say 'I just want to be happy' I always wonder what's wrong with them. But then I'm not normal.

Posted 17 Years Ago


Perhaps it is just emotions experienced when in a state of well-being. There are not absolutes! That's what I believe. Perhaps happiness is something when we are in our middle, when we just feel allright. I like this much more than my euphoric states for I know - they will be gone, soon.
Great reflection. you should write a small booklet, for every day a reflection of the same day one year ago.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Added on October 28, 2008

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Donald Meikle
Donald Meikle

Halifax, MA



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Liverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..