Happiness is impossible to find
To those who seek it as a whole
Yet it can be found to those inclined
to find it in the smallest of things

The settling ghost of grief’s regret
Sadness is never the same
Once in a while, who isn’t upset
to send it away is the ultimate aim
of one’s short life

Anger is simply a pollutant
To the sweet life, just a tyrant
Or perhaps a reason to make peace
To bring people together
For who can have peace without war
And war without anger