Ways To Be Happy Poem by Ima Ryma

When I was young and knew not much,
Happiness for myself I sought.
For me to be happy was such
An uncertainty, that a lot
Of time, unhappy, yes I was.
But as older and wiser I
Grew, I'd learn that happiness does
Be mine in certain ways, and why?
Because happiness I would seek
Would be for others not for me.
Then something happened, not unique,
That happy I would also be.

So I do hope for each new day
I make someone happy some way.