For Keeps

Sometimes happiness is too difficult

At times near impossible

So fleeting is its fickle smile

But I will not suffer its vagaries

I’ll settle for, in consolation

Wisdom and harsh lessons earnt

And to be at peace with it all

It’s not so bad a prize offered

It’s for keeps, seared in and burnt

And if I am in any way consoled

So much better in gratitude, I’ll be

Than with any happiness proffered.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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