Happiness
written by: Joachim Neander
On the long long way to Tipperary
I met a child
with a smile on its face
and a flower in its hand,
picked at the roadside.
A butterfly
came flying along,
alighted
on top of the bloom.
And the child
shouted and cheered,
butterfly,
danced for delight.
And I realized
what happiness means:
a butterfly on a flower
in the hand of a child
with a smile on its face,
dancing with joy.
Joachim Neander
I'm a Polish Poet of German extraction living in Cracow. I am a trained mathematician and have a PhD in history. My hobbies are writing and playing Brazilian music on the sax. I already published three booklets on poetry in Polish.
Latest posts by Joachim Neander (see all)
- Sorrow - December 12, 2018
- Happiness - November 17, 2018
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