Finding Happiness
What is happiness? Is it when you listen to the clink Of the first cent born out of your sweat Or is it the feeling a mother has After her first embrace? Or is it when you share your meal Or if it is the realization that your heart can still feel In a world where everyone is trying to reach to the top Who is happy? The one that looks down all alone Does he really have something to derive? Or the one who didn't bother to end his race For he knew that to travel is better than to arrive What if you can own the world But don’t have anyone to share it with What pleasure does it bring, your making hay? Are you really happier than the one who is blessed with family, The one whose child sees him everyday Is it true happiness when you conquer every mile But are incapable of bringing, to someone’s lips, a smile Is it when you show the world your might Or when you bring, to the home of the poor, some light At the end of his conquest, Alexander...