Happiness is a Man

I searched for it for years.

I turned every corner,

Seeking to find it.

The Happiness everyone spoke of.


Some said it was a song.

With every note,

it lifted up one’s heart.

But as I listened I did not find it there.


Others said it was money.

The lovely green layers,

Brought joy to one’s heart.

However it sprung no joy in me.


A few said it was knowledge.

With each new thing learned,

There was another reason to have delight.

Yet I still felt empty.


Now, I say it is a Man.

With every word spoken and touch felt,

My heart overflows with pleasure.

I have found what I have longed for.


He is my treasure.

With just the mention of his name,

I am a gullible, innocent child.

Happiness is a Man.



Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741