Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on February 10, 2016 by Jan Wilberg
Sometimes it seems
Men have everything
Without even trying
It just comes to them
Lands on their laps
They don’t notice
Don’t bother to notice
What they have
It’s what’s expected
There’s no surprise
No gratitude
Just ease
They collect
What’s due
No questions asked
Category: Writing

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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