Contentment...?

What we all strive for, is it not this?

Hidden as a batholith, is it not bliss?

For is that not what we humans crave,

What we wish before the claim of the grave,

Happiness?

 

Our greed for money, what we wish

Is the luxury of aristocracy on a dish.

Our philosophical need for family and friends

Is the want for the comfort of our familiar dens.

Peace.

 

The young, swaddled in their blankets

Can gain such joys in little trinkets.

Each a metropolis of undeniable attraction,

Compared to others, are mere fractions.

Delight!

Teens and parents are alike,

The children never cease to strike,

The policies the elders do create.

Both in a never-to-be-synchronized state,

Sophistication …

 

As for the white-haired, old, and frail,

Behind them is the chronological trail

Of ups and downs, flights and crashes,

Until, in the end, it burns down to ashes,

… Atonement.

 

As you can see, not meant to offend,

The story never has a blissful, happy end.

Whether or not we gain what we want

Is if all our obstacles before us do daunt.

… Happiness?

Reviews

[FocusedAmnesia]

I really like the format and breakdown of the verses. The rhyming isn't too overpowering, even though you notice it, and this has a nice flow. Good read:]