I found it at last, what I was searching for for years

Or at least it seems like it, for so it appears

Happiness isn't the purpose of life, but maybe its contentment

For perhaps the aim isn't to find a reason to live, but no reason to die, that's self-fulfillment

Make your life so good that you'll be loath to leave it

Work of a decade or two it might be, but in the future you can see it

A job you like, hobbies you love, finances that are comfortable

An imperfect partner who's compatible, friends and family around the table

Who would want to leave such a life, isn't it reasonable

Perhaps you might also need some therapy, with the money you'll be able

I had and have just one of these, and so I was unstable

But now at least I know where I'm headed, making life sweet as a fable.