Emptiness surrounds
The weary,
Thus be found
Wearing the face
Found in ill-fated place,
Loosing time’s race
As emptiness presses,
On hapless people,
Whose matter brims empty!
Poetry on a canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
Poetry on a canapé 
Emptiness presses… a sorrowful burden.
And from a happy person, go figure, but then again I’ve been a witness first hand more than once throughout this life of mine. Thank you Paulette. Jean-Jacques
We’re all mixed bags. And, what defines “a happy person” – since all changes in any given moment… All one can hope for is to be okay with what is, whatever that is. Cheers to you and your lovely wife.
That is exactly what put me in that direction a number of years ago, being ok with what is, after I’ve tried my best to adjust what is to my fit, or me fit to it. In any event happy is a relative term to the extent that, as you say we’re all a mixed bag. We also have are own definition of happy, much like no two people see the same colour exactly the same.
Your words have a habit of resonating positively with me, so I’m thankful you’ve entered my life. That’s part of the positives in my mixed bag to which you refer.
And cheers to you too my very dear friend. Jean-Jacques
Right on! Another wonderful conversation we’ll have to have, the four of us, sitting around our table chewing food together, raising our glasses.