Being Happy

Posted on 5/2/2007 at 2:38 PM in Poetry - Post Comment

 BEING HAPPY

It takes a lot of life

To know what happy is.

There's nothing better

Than a precious day

Worth a year of maybes.

Time is so indifferent

To my little days,

But I remember back

To many times

When I was happy

And knew it not.

When days were bright

And life didn't end,

When I was loved

And loved in return,

Somehow, the days

That I am living now

Seem clearer, more defined.

They are days of peace,

My mind is clear

I feel so strong

And somehow brave.

Oh yes, I'm growing old,

With all that that entails

But now there is one thing

I have,

That leaves me breathless...

My quiet, happy days...

5.2.2007