Happy Poem by Jeano Joseph

The smallest help you did,
The cutest wave to a kid.
Happy.

A help done at need,
A hand met when you bleed.
Happy.

The memory as a seed.
with a smile as you breathe.
Happy.

The sacrifice you did,
without regret upon the bid.
Happy.

A drop of ink,
beside your links.
Happy.

A task with trust, thrust upon.
A beast with honour, summoned upon.
Happy.

A star you longed for,
entrains alongside your orbit.
Happy.

You look back at the planet and smile,
No regrets at its prominent end.
Happy.


Are you?