The Key to Happiness

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My dog is a smiler
She doesn’t smile all the time
So she catches me unprepared
And when she does I laugh and laugh;
I’m not sure why she smiles
Some people tell me it’s because my dog is happy
I don’t presume to know why
Because I don’t know the code;
But some people seem to know.
First time I held a baby
She smiled;
She made me happy
Until someone said the baby was not yet old enough to know happiness,
That the smile was simply a sign of gas;
I didn’t know
I don’t presume to know
But some people seem to know.
What is the key to happiness anyway?
Buddha was supposed to know,
He said the key was to learn to let go;
If that is the key to happiness
Then the baby must surely have been happy.
Keonig was supposed to know,
He said happiness comes from recognizing and appreciating what we have;
That, at least, explains why I feel happy watching the sun set.
Groucho Marx didn’t seem to care about what the key to happiness is,
He said
I have just one day and I’m going to be happy in it;
I think he knew.
But I think I’ll choose to live by Douglas Adams’s words,
He said I’d rather be happy than right any day.
Am I right?

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

March 13, 2014

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