Treasure Island

Sherbanu Molu

(1st March 1996 / Mombasa, Kenya)

Happiness


Happiness is a deep feeling,
All the sorrows that are healing,
Makes you feel alright,
Although you recently had a fight,

It helps you to see the happier side of life,
But usually sorrows cut like a knife,
Many things that you felt were rude,
They spoil your happy mood,

Smiling is the first step of happiness,
Laughing is the second step of happiness,
Screaming is the highest step towards happiness,
Frowning is surely not enjoying happiness,

Flying, high above the sky,
Oh! my,
This is what happiness is all about,
I'll tell you later what happiness can bring about....

Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2009
Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2009

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