Happiness

Never forget my children, that happiness never lasts. It is the matchstick in the dark.
When struck, it lights ever so briefly, growing warmer as it growths.
But then you feel the sting of the flame and you let go with a startled gasp.
The warm flame sputters upon the ground, then dims and vanishes.
It burns into your eyes its impression that just wont fade, and your eyes made even blinder.
And the starless, moonless night, still grows ever deeper.