Collectibles
There’s never a day
That we’re not
blistered
With sad thoughts
Of the past
Why is it there’s
rarely a day
That we’re clustered
With happy thoughts
That always last
Sadness or anger is
well engraved
In the folds of the
mind
Happiness or joy is
never saved
In the memory, you’ll
never find
So make an effort to
save forever
Your laughter and
mirth moments
Put them in a
Happiness Folder
And visit often those
events
Then they’ll stick
with you
Ne’er to forget
Those happy happenings
so true
Will be well set.
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