By Apolinario Villalobos


Happiness is waking up

Caressed by the cool wind

Of the golden dawn.


Happiness is seeing neighbors

Whose homes are made alive

With laughter of contentment.


Happiness is having a child

A bundle of chubby pink face

A crispy cry bringing tear to your eye.


Happiness is extending a hand

To a fallen friend and strangers

Who give a grateful look and a smile.


Happiness is being contented

As on earth, everything has a limit

So that we must not grumble even a bit!




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