When we lost the eye of childhood,
The soul of innocence.
The important thing we lost is ' Happiness.'
Happiness disappear from our hearts
When we pass from childhood to adulthood.
Happiness disappear from our souls
When we let the work take precedence over the fun.
Happiness disappear from our lives
When we appraise an enjoyment as a nonsensical game.
Happiness disappear from our world
When we have holidays less than working days.
How do we recall happiness?
Did all kind of happiness disappear in old age?
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