
The Pursuit of Happiness
The Pursuit of Happiness
Happiness pursues me
But she is not my match.
I will always beat her
In this game of catch.
“At the moment, lady,
I won’t take your bait,
I am not yet ready,
You’ll have to wait!
This is more important,
That is really grave,
This I got to do now,
Not what you would crave.
And, my dearest Lady,
Who can rest or play
If the honored Worry
Has the right of way?”
I keep winning
She keeps losing,
But in times of solitude
When I slow a bit the pace,
How I wish she could have tricked me
So that she would win this race.
21.9.2002, By: Orit Adar©
Published in: Voices Israel 2005, Poetry from Israel and abroad
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Very nice! Both deep and sophisticated.
Beautiful my friend!