A Truly Happy Soul Poem by Jecon B. Nadela

I look at the vagabond
Half lying against the wall.
He's smiling with what he's doing
As if he has a goal.
Sorting out the rubbish
He brought with him for long.
He lives within his own world
Humming an obscure song.

I ponder on a hermit
Why seclusion is his home;
He chose to make his abode
Where no people ever roam.
Waking up before sunrise,
He hoped to live a day;
In the coming of the twilight
Not a debt he has to pay.

I envy the singing blind man;
So skillful at his trade.
He holds instinctive talent;
Finger trekking from fret to fret.
He's meek in conversation
But he takes pride of his roots;
And even in his blindness
He'd been able to see the truth.

I find joy in my pondering
With the lesson that it brings;
That in my introspection
I've learned a lot of things.
To be humble is to be happy
If one looks at life as a whole.
Behind the silence of the simple
Is a truly happy soul.