Sunday Scribblings had a topic 'Joy'.
The Joy of Playing Hard To Get.
Most people have the wrong idea
About joy and how to find it.
Very few know what it is
And fewer still defined it.
Some think it's on the golf course,
Others in a grandchild on the knee,
Some take to writing poems,
Others search beside the sea.
Some think it found in chemicals
Of confectionery, drink or pills;
Others look for it in adrenalin
That fuels their need for thrills.
Advertisers, of course, sell the line
That you life is dull and grey
Unless you eat their products
Or drive their car away.
But joy is a mixed up mugger,
Hidden where you can’t detect it,
But leaps out and then rewards you
When you least of all expect it.
Searching for joy is pointless,
A misguided thing to do;
Set your heart on contentment
And let joy come looking for you.
© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery
"Happiness is like a butterfly:
the more you chase it, the more it will elude you,
but if you turn your attention to other things,
it will come and sit softly on your shoulder."
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