A Happy Poem - Poem by David Thomas
no, this is not.
nope, not in the least
not at all not even a smidgen.
you see for me this is,
and it forever shall be,
the most difficult kind of poem
to ever even conceive about writing.
a happy poem.
what does this entail?
it involves pulling out the happy feeling i hold,
and cherish deep within my red epicenter,
and putting it onto paper
for me to share with the world.
but i am a heart-exclusive man
and my feelings are my own.
so when i do not share with the world,
all of the happyness that in me has grown,
i'll keep walking down the corridor
and never look back again.
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