Happiness is a deer
shot through its heart,
that runs only three feet,
then falls down dead.
Happiness is finding
the wife ran away with
my son the dog cat, and
one of my two daughters.
Leaving the more domestic one
to care for my needs,
as a last act of a love,
that once was.
Author notes
poem was posted once b/4 and removed from from site shortly after
A contest entry
- Happiness by Lucille.
300 points, ended March 17, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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very intresting I like this poem because it is different, its not some "lovely" picture or some "pleasuable" moment. Its real concrete happiness
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