Joy is found and joy is had

Never lost and never drab

And you may think that's not so bad

But I think of it as rather sad

Like a child new to hurt

Appalled someone feels different

We live in a brutal world

But pretend harm is distant

Blind to pain or just plain ignorant

Joy is delusional and indignant

Frankly mirth or myth

A content man could do to part

With focusing on long term happiness

Prepared for all the random crapyness

Acknowledging that folks cause havoc

For fun and profit or just because their good at it

As an island, self sufficient

Find happiness and practice dwelling in it.

Maximize but know it's finite.