When a shrewd business practice pays the overheads our tribute <br />When exploiting the needs of lesser minds remain mute <br />When raking money in becomes by nature a stroll <br />When right and wrong a blurr as we justify the toll <br /> <br />And later tired eyes pulled open by wrinkled brows <br />And we realise the size of the wind chased still blows <br /> <br />Happiness was the value misspent with loved ones our tribute <br />Happines was a beggar or widdow helped kept mute <br />Happiness was the grip of a loved one on your arm on a stroll <br />Happiness was before stress and sickness claimed your soul <br /> <br />Arno Le Roux<br /><br />Arno Le Roux<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happiness-is-21/
