HAPPINESS 


 

  
 

HAPPINESS
(A VILLANELLE, OF SORTS)

Happiness is everywhere.
(I see some on my shoe.)
Constantly it's in my hair.

Never does it seem to care.
O, what am I to do?
Happiness is everywhere.

Should I give it my worst stare?
Or must it keep me blue?
Constantly it's in my hair.

Sometimes, it seems too unfair,
although I still can coo:
"Happiness is everywhere."

Give me some advice that's square.
My life's become a zoo.
Constantly, it's in my hair.

("It," of course, is that despair
Happiness -- whose ways I rue.)
Happiness is everywhere.
Constantly, it's in my hair.

By Bruce Hamilton
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