The Lady Who Sold Happiness
The Lady Who Sold Happiness
I set out to buy some happiness when I was twelve years very old,
With my first pocket money in my hand, protecting it like it was gold.
I went from store to store, each stocked up to the ceiling.
Some sold sparkly candy bars, and some sold toys so appealing.
I walked a little further down with my eyes looking for more,
Then appeared a big old sign beside a rusty, wooden door.
“Jars of Happiness” the sign read, I rapped on the door very gently
And out came a neatly clad lady, with a stick and a smile so friendly.
“I want a jar of happiness too”, I requested and stretched out my hand,
I looked up to see a thousand jars, wondering which one would fulfill my demand.
From a shelf that was second from top, she pulled out a blue glass jar.
“Drink this”, she said with a smile, “You’ll know happiness isn’t so far”.
I gulped down the magic potion, then looked at the lady with a frown.
“This is water!”, I yelled. “I know”, said the lady in the starry gown.
“Take another sip, calm yourself a little,”
She said, “Happiness can’t be bought like a mere jar of pickle.”
“Money can be or not be, but happiness comes in plenty,
You can only fetch it from within you, like a well that never goes empty.”
Ten years later today, only her words remain,
Now more meaningful than ever, etched completely in my brain.
Drenched in the sorrows of life when I look around again,
To find a little happiness and get away from the pain.
I take a few deep breaths and set my soul free,
The lady was right, all the happiness does lie within me.