Pennies for Happiness
How much does happiness cost?
Is it more than the prosperity of hate?
Growing out the normal feels of what you've considered your fate.
The trees look unusual but the sky is now grey.
The three pennies it takes to rhyme is all I have to pay.
Into the deepest pockets the soul could gather.
Do I mind going broke to be happy for this matter?
Not much really else to give,
time and effort I spent.
Only to get more happiness.
Could I just be a factor of hate
out of the normal is my fate.
last pennies in the jar,
One, two, three.
Giving and giving.
Might be too late,
desperate for this amount
for what I have to give will happiness be found.
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