Happiness is quite a thing,
Can turn a pauper to a king,
Makes poor in spirit chant and sing,
Yet what true hope doth therein lie?
When my day is turning sour,
Can happiness control the hour?
If I turn my thoughts to flowers,
Will sorrow tell my world goodbye?
If I tell my heart its happy,
But my attitudes still snappy,
Now my brain is goin wacky,
Cuz I just told myself a lie!
Don't let sadness wrap around you,
Push away! Don't let it try to,
Clasp its ugly hands around truth,
So that we just want to die.
Happy is the sole survivor,
On a shipwreck full of whiners,
Mind our thoughts! and we, the victors,
Shall charge on with battle cry!
Tell yourself you're happy often,
And BELIEVE your heart can soften,
Else you'll build yourself a coffin,
Where you'll sit until you die!
I love this* 'Happy is the sole survivor on a shipwreck full of whiners'. Brilliant! Did you mean to put-' You're happy? ' instead of' your happy? ' I am not sure if this was deliberate or a mistake. Also, in verse 4, I'm not sure whether the second and third lines work. Maybe, you could twitch it a little. Hope you don't mind me saying this. I just think a little tweeking would really make this wonderful poem, excellent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this* 'Happy is the sole survivor on a shipwreck full of whiners'. Brilliant! Did you mean to put-' You're happy? ' instead of' your happy? ' I am not sure if this was deliberate or a mistake. Also, in verse 4, I'm not sure whether the second and third lines work. Maybe, you could twitch it a little. Hope you don't mind me saying this. I just think a little tweeking would really make this wonderful poem, excellent.