What boots to chase what flees <br />Alike to my fugitive years, <br />Often mistaken for me <br />That have still shorter date <br />And melt sooner than my dirt cloak, <br />Save dwell in thoughts fair and fair in heart <br />That are my last call at night <br />And first wish as i awake. <br />.Living by their standard <br />Is my measure of happiness- <br />A goal i strive towards, <br />More often than attain.<br /><br />yoonoos peerbocus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-right-happiness/
