BARTERING SOULS FOR HAPPINESS

Bartering souls for happiness
By james a. galgano

These pint canisters filled to brim with tiny thoughts percolating within
Whose often, endless echoes, bounce in wander upon fading walls chagrin
Like the pastel colors painted of our lives like echoes melting into pondering minds
Captive in life's swirling almost endless design one forever searches but never finds
One true answer or even comforting reply giving some slim hope by proclamation
Needed to remind why we wake each morning to dreams lighting every tomorrow
Like beacon we long forever find guiding every hope we must beg steal or borrow