A question or two.
Are beautiful people happy?
or is Luck taking sides,
whoever knows the secret
please won’t you speak up?
Lost on my quest to find
that elusive grail,
don’t wish me luck
how about a pointer instead?
Unsightly gravel and murky rain,
Sweaty palms and blistering pain.
There won’t be no resting,
Tell me, why aren’t I interesting?
Bah, another of those circles again?
Not one, not two but doubts plentiful
does Joy equal Beauty? oh wait
Or does Happiness make them beautiful?