Contentment
Contentment, a soft word as words go
Quick to come, unbidden oft unsought
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Yet leaves the same, chaos in its passing
Pain fears it, terror breaks beneath it.
For a few moments free of existential angst.
Smile, for ‘tis not fun, joy nor mirth
Contentment is a gentle thing.
The tender warmth of love held near,
A good meal with old friends,
A success that matters to you alone
The smallest things give a quiet smile.