Happiness Shared
I want to learn to listen.
To detect with my ear, the imperceptible sound.
And with my eyes
Detect the curvature of a shape called round.
I want to find things unfound.
And with my tongue, detect a taste simply divine.
Detected by my senses I can call the sensation mine.
I harvest feelings.
Wherever they might grow.
I look under every leaf.
Just in case, you know.
I turn over a new leaf,
And of the feeling I find I am a thief.
I leave the leaf but I take with me happiness.
And I collect that feeling.
I check for it everywhere.
For its effects on me are healing.
Hungrily I hoard happiness.
But I quickly learn that happiness unshared is happiness felt less.
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