the sad look at what they do not hold
their eyes are fixed on stories untold
they chase the missing, the empty, the cold
and miss the treasures that quietly unfold
the joyful linger where sunlight stays
they count the stars in ordinary days
find riches in simple, familiar ways
and dance with life through uncounted rays
so lift your gaze from the hollow and bare
the gifts are there if you truly care
happiness blooms when your heart is aware
of what you have, not what’s not there
i write for those who
find abundance in small things
and let gratitude sing
some count the cracks in their walls
and see only what’s broken
their eyes catch shadows
and measure the empty spaces
others trace the light that falls through
the same windows
smile at the warmth that lingers
hold close the little sparks of life
happiness is not found in fullness
but in noticing
what is already alive in your hands
already singing in your days
i write for those that
choose to see the gifts
even when the world whispers lack
