When I Was A Child, I Believed That The Young Were Happy Poem by Enache Dan

When I was a child, I believed that the young were happy,
When I was young, I believed that adults were happy,
When I was an adult, I believed that the elderly were happy,
Now that I'm old, I know the dead are happy.
Happiness is a dream that always chases us,
But never lets us catch it with our soul.
It's like a ray of sunshine warming our skin,
But only lets us feel the warmth it leaves behind.
Happiness is like a bird flying to the sky,
But never stops to rest.
It's like a flower blooming on a spring day,
But never stays to delight our eyes.
Happiness is like a dream that evaporates at dawn,
But never returns to visit us.
It's like a tear rolling down our face,
But never dries and disappears.
Happiness is like an ocean enveloping us with its waves,
But never lets us reach its depths.
It's like a mountain rising to the sky,
But never lets us reach its peak.
Happiness is like a star shining in the night sky,
But never lets us touch it with our hand.
It's like a dream lost in the morning mist,
But never lets us catch it with our soul.