happiness?

when you feel like cruel fortune's toy
and even the truest words feel sappy,
forget not in absence of joy.
The rareness of being happy.
like the old teddy bear,
losing stuffing from worn out seam,
too much love can seem unfair,
holding on to a dream
That between the highs and lows,
when the fates seem unforgiving,
and even friends become foes,
with no cause for thanksgiving,
embrace the joyous stranger meeting,
and enjoy saccharine prose,
for one truth is worth repeating,
happy is a decision to one who knows.