Could It Be?
Is this feeling happiness?
I cannot tell.
Now and then a feeling lifts me,
A sight, a sound, a smell.
But for too long I have been steeped
In sadness that runs cold and deep.
So happiness stays unrecognised.
I knew it once, but memories are hazy,
And nostalgia can be lies.
A trick of the mind to kid you that
Your life has not been all that bad.
So when this feeling gently rises,
One of life’s little surprises.
I wonder then, I must confess,
Is this a touch of happiness?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem