Happiness, of course, is a precious Art...

Life is too short to be little.

Often we allow ourselves to be upset by things we should forget. . .

We may lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over grievances that in some time will be

forgotten.

So let us devote our lives to worthwhile actions and feelings—to great thoughts, real affection and enduring undertakings.

WE ARE HUMANS;

And humanly are our thoughts

We may go around the Saturn,

But precious is what we've got.

To long to have a castle grand,

Or a long car that Dears demand,

Or golds or diamonds or accounts obese

May be we would be never at ease...

Or the longing of the loved ones who've left

Or the huge sums acquired at heft

Or the ones we'd never meet again...

Alas! Tenacious is that stinging pain.

O Human! makeshift is all we are

The rear view mirror shall not lead too far,

Today with us shall never stay..

Sea tides keep changing , come what may.

Tomorrow is bright, but we don't believe,

The darker past destined to grieve..

Shall darken us to untold extent

The smiling future misshaped and bent..

Hark! the merriment knocks, but hey,

Art thou prepared, come what may?

Bygone washed out of spirits and heart;

Happiness, of course, is a precious art.