I guess you have to be beaten
to learn to smile through
the pain because it too will end
and you will remain
–
To withhold your hand from scratching
while the scab it is still healing I guess
you have to have a scab or two
ripped off before you’ve healed
to learn the sting is not worth the satisfaction
–
And to marvel at your ability to heal
I guess you have to know broken
parts and open wounds and near death
experiences before you realize
how wonderful it is to be healed by you
–
but to be happy, why even a puppy
knows how to be happy on a warm
sunny afternoon with a full belly
and a friend to bum around with
–
Don’t you?
Reading this poem is as much fun as pissing outdoors.
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This is the second “philosophy of happy” piece I’ve come across this morning, the first at http://zebrasounds.net/2010/03/16/everyday-happy/
And yes… puppies smile. Cats do, too.
Sometimes we *do* have to make ourselves realize and recognize the happy moments.
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Rather like this poem…the final lines send the message quite nicely…good work.
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