Mary Mc Creath
Happiness - Poem by Mary Mc Creath
It makes me happy to see children play
But its sad to think they will be old some day.
It makes me happy to see the sun rise
But sad at the thought of it's nightly demise.
It makes me happy to watch a game
But when my team looses I'm never the same.
It makes me happy to see a flower grow
But when it withers and wilts sadness will show.
So to be happy one moment and sad the next
Is a part of life that is hard to fix.
For what makes us happy can also make us sad
So its important to learn to take the good with the bad.
To enjoy what is there that makes life glow,
And accept when it changes from a high to a low.
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