Happiness remains the drug of choice,
Antidote for much that ails one.
Praised be those who love both life and others,
Pleased to be, and grateful for that gift,
Yearning only for the things they have.
For happiness remains a conscious choice,
One that makes one more than simply one,
Requiring the harmony of others,
The grasping of one's giving as a gift
Yielding grace no one alone could have.
So may you both each day renew that choice,
In which each satisfies the other one,
X-ing out the urge to ward off others,
The passion to get something for each gift,
Having given all that you might have.