I strain to keep the decanter full,
There must be a leak in the flask,
Happiness on the floor,
Refilling the soul is a dark task,
Happiness is a bird,
A flash of color and a song,
Soaring through the skies,
It was here, now it’s gone,
Joy dwells deep within the heart,
The glass is tipped and nothing soaks the table,
Joy is magnetic in the soul,
Through the storm it is stable,