The secret of a happy life
Is knowing how to live,
And recognize the time and place
To take away or give.
To gather joys we must be fair
In all we say and do;
The happiness is free to take,
The rest is up to you
Most people walk a rightness path,
And do their very best,
To foster peace and brotherhood,
While feathering their nest.
Still there are those, who lie and cheat,
With underhanded ways,
Believing they can forge ahead
And gain some unjust praise.
And actually they may just feel
Their neighbors thru the years
wear a mask of make believe
To hide their self made fears.
But happiness does not exist
Upon their shakey shelves,
As skies are always gray for those
Who cannot face themselves.
Leo M. Janowick
January 16, 1976
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
The secret of a happy life
Is knowing how to live,
And recognize the time and place
To take away or give.
To gather joys we must be fair
In all we say and do;
The happiness is free to take,
The rest is up to you
Most people walk a rightness path,
And do their very best,
To foster peace and brotherhood,
While feathering their nest.
Still there are those, who lie and cheat,
With underhanded ways,
Believing they can forge ahead
And gain some unjust praise.
And actually they may just feel
Their neighbors thru the years
wear a mask of make believe
To hide their self made fears.
But happiness does not exist
Upon their shakey shelves,
As skies are always gray for those
Who cannot face themselves.
Leo M. Janowick
January 16, 1976
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