Happiness
Material happiness,
Is easily gained,
And easily lost.
The image of perfection.
A semi-detached house,
In a nice safe area.
Nanny for the children when young,
Two cars in the drive way.
Wide screen TV,
Surround sound,
271 channels.
But inside tells a different story.
Dad's having an affair with the secretary,
Mother's ran away with the milkman,
The 2.4 kids are smoking and doing drugs,
The dog's had puppies with the rockweiller next door.
The image of desolation.
A small terraced house,
In a rough neighboured.
Paint peeling from the door,
Garden full of weeds,
Two bikes in the garage.
Old and broken TV,
Only gets 3 channels,
And then only in summer.
But inside tells a different story.
Dad works every hour he can spare,
Yet still has time or the family.
Mum lies on sofa,
Extended belly showing coming addition.
Fist child,
Eagerly anticipated,
Desperately hoped for,
Loved to perfection.
Happiness,
Is found in people,
Not in objects.
Love cannot be replaced,
With technology.
Or contentment with secrets.
It is better to have,
To little to go around,
Yet all the love in the world.
Than everything in the world,
And too little love to share.