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.