By Paul E. Schindler, Jr.
Definitions of happiness abound,
But here’s one that I just found.
It makes perfect sense to me.
Does it to you? Let’s look and see.
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you just might find
You get what you need.
Clever, but a crummy creed.
Here’s the one I want to flaunt.
Happiness is wanting what you have.
Because you can’t always have what you want.
Would I have loved to win a prize,
Perhaps, but then I realize,
No Macarthur, no Pulitzer, no Nobel,
But in the end, what the hell.
Prizes for work are a dime a dozen,
Won by every jerk and his cousin.
The prize I won was unique,
A peck each morning on the cheek.
I know you’ll laugh and say, “Oh, Paul,”
But in fact YOU’RE the grand prize, my doll.
Did I win you, or was I awarded?
It only matters that I was rewarded.