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"Happiness" - An old fashioned idea
The stories we were told,
Seem pointless now we’re old.
We have our own to tell,
The words we can now spell.
Simple times are so far away,
And the distance grows with each day.
“Problems” our most favourite word,
Happy thoughts go somewhat unheard.
We’re still so young and there’s fun to be had,
Unless you’re now a “mum” or a “dad”.
A strange thought that we should have lives,
With our own houses, husbands or wives.
The friend with a childish mind,
Always helps us to rewind.
The problems come back like a whip,
And makes you hate the time trip.
Several years of easy sleeping,
Now are nights we spend weeping.
Reality is a painful device,
Now that you worry about price.
If the days pass with ease,
Then you shouldn’t feel pleased.
You haven’t done the test of life,
You never suffered any strife.
Only those who struggle through it all,
Can and will attend the ball.
When the build is such craziness,
The climax must be happiness.
