Recycled Hapiness

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Oh! there comes our salary
our paycheck
the key to all our happiness
the things we wish for
luxuries we longed for
the glittery dreams
are going to come true
any moment now
you will see.

My lover will shower all her love
kids and spouse
will now understand
my long-lost worth
I’ll back as the man of the
now, you’ll see
those shiny teeth and
those  phony smiles
will last long
till the last dime
last on me.

We will be the epitome,
the perfect picture of the
happiness and
love
and all that happily ever after
for everyone to see

Till the elixir dries up slowly
and new toys
start to lose their sheen
the clothes in the
overstuffed wardrobe
doesn’t beat up to
with the neighbors’ next doors
in their list of
top trendy

Till somebody finds
a more exotic location
to spend
their vacation
beating us to the one
we wanted to be
Let’s all keep smiling and grinning
and flaunting our
recycled happiness
for this shallow world to see.

Photo by Vitaly on Unsplash
This post is ins response to the daily prompt

 

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46 thoughts on “Recycled Hapiness

  1. Ah the words “recycled happiness” spiral in the pit of my stomach. I live in a city where flamboyant consumerism is evident most days. Supercars driven by teens; empty mansions purchased by off shore investors. The disparity in wealth and social isolation is disturbing. We are in an era where soul-less existence is far too common.
    Great poem M ❤️

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  2. This is true to every aspect of our modern lives. Amazingly written.
    I always feel that you belong to the Elite class of writers but you still manage to cheer up the young and fellow writers who are just trying to get into this world… I could have compared you with some person but I wish to prefers using your name only.
    You are exactly like the Megha of megha’s world..💚💚💚

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  3. Sadly, this is what the world has come to and social media has gone out of its way to make us believe that money equals happiness. Fortunately, some of us know that true happiness cannot be measured in dollars. Great write that fits the prompt perfectly.

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