the secret of happiness

This shopkeeper sent his son out looking for the secret of happiness,

And after forty days wandering and pandering the atlas,

He came across a castle and handpicked it like an apple,

It sat at the top of a mountain and he straddled it very agile,

Well, it was here where the wise man lived,

But instead of a saintly man the bustle of activity gave wind,

To many thoughts and notions conversations stirring the oceans,

Exploding potions, orchestras and commotions, holy Moses!!

As the wise man conversed with everyone in attendance,

The boy had to wait a couple hours just to get his attention,

And once he did, he explained his intentions.

But the wise man didn’t have time for this sort of convention.

Relinquishing, that the secret of happiness took more than just a second,

Though the wise man had an alternative,

Stroll around my castle and adore my home furnishing,

But first, take this teaspoon with oil,

But make sure not to spill a drop along your toils

The boy coiled up the stairs his eyes glared to the spoon,

He dare not drop a drop till he returned to the room,

“Well”, asked the wise man standing.

“Did you see the Persian tapestries hanging?”

“No!”

“What about the hand-crafted garden and the beautiful parchments in my library?”

“No, I’m terribly sorry and embarrassed”

“My only concern was not to be careless, being entrusted with the teaspoon and oil in all fairness”

“Then go back and observe these marvels,

They’re some of the rarest”, implied the wise man.

“I am not to be trusted until you see how my lives been”.

Relieved,

The boy picked up the spoon and resumed pursuing the castle,

The paintings came alive and the garden’s view was magical.

So, the boy returned to the wise man and relayed in detail