There once was a ghost who wanted to share
his hauntingly beautiful home with care
but no one could bear
to stay there more than a DARE
he tried to be friendly and kind
but alas, people were blind
to the beauty they could find
In the ghost's peaceful state of mind
So the ghost decided to stay
and haunt the house every day
In the hopes that someday
someone would come and play
and finally, the time had come
A trio of travelers, full of fun
moved in and the ghost was stunned
they loved his home and never shunned
Together they shared the ghost's space
creating a warm and welcoming place
and with a smile on his ghostly face
the ghost finally found his happy place.
Finding one's 'happy place' is to be cherished, as MANY never come close, probably, to finding theirs. I don't think of myself in terms of 'happy/happiness', but I strive for contentment. bri : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the story, I liked the rhyming, and I liked the flow from line to line, stanza to stanza. It reminds me of Casper the Friendly Ghost, fhe cartoon character from MANY years ago. ;)