1/2 Tablespoon of Happiness

Silent bliss and noisy joy, there's no method to the madness.

A question with no complete answer.

For most things in life have their own purpose,

As to a photo with a photo enhancer.


For what purpose is my happiness, so I can benefit society?

One less grump in the recipe for mankind.

Or perhaps it's stirred in to add some flavor variety,

But a sure answer, I will never find.


A recipe for mankind is a recipe for failure,

It's impossible to keep the ingredients.

For I might be happy now, but not tomorrow,

With these people you'll find no obedience.


One egg is what you need to finish your cake mix,

But an egg is exactly as I.

You picked a perfect egg, there were no tricks,

But in a day the world spoiled the inside.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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