I guess it was my aunty's fault
That before I was six years old
It were my looks that made me happy
She just never stopped praising me
Later when I went to school
I realised I was a bit of a fool
To be so proud about my looks
My happiness shifted towards my books
Oh yes, I studied so hard
Most kids and my teachers thought I was smart
Every time I came home with good grades
Wow, that is fantastic! I was praised
But then came the teenage years
Happiness depended on approval of peers
My marks did not earn me any admiration
My looks had undergone some deterioration
I had grown fat and puberty came late
I got pimples, making it all still less great
I had grown into quite an unpopular kid
Happiness? I seemed to grow far away from it
Throughout my youth however
There was a place, I was let down never
It was my home, it was the presence of mother
She cared for her kids, truly like no other
After puberty, my appearance improved a bit
Even though I am still not proud about it
My grades allowed me to further my education
But happiness is another equation
I realise now that being fully happy
Is lying not so much outside of me
My biggest asset is still the care I received
Even though my mother has already deceased
She equipped me with a caring personality
and that is exactly what makes me happy
I get peace of mind while caring for another
Thanks to the great example of my loving mother
I have also appreciated my spiritual life
Imparted by mother and also my wife
When to our source, we try to connect
Life comes so close to being perfect
Another source of happiness has been
The magical beauty of nature, I 've seen
I love to spend time on the beach to unwind
That's where wisdom seems to pour in my mind
If I am allowed to summarise,
Since long I came to realise
That happiness is truly lying within after all
In wisdom, in love, in a beautiful soul.
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This is called the awakening of soul. So, nicely opened up finally. Kudos. really,100/100
excellent poetry, the troubles so many of us had growing up, and it's progress is wonderful.
Self realization dawns on a person stage by stage.. You have found out the true source of happiness....Wisdom, love and a beautiful soul! ! A great poem to mark ur century hit! !
An epiphany. Many think that the source of happiness is material things. But here, through your personal enlightenment (thanks, in part, to your mother) , you’ve shown that true happiness is found in wisdom, love, and a beautiful soul—not in material things. Thank you for sharing.
a bird of happiness poem that fly's and soars around the world whilst giving out smiles galore especially when it pecks on your door? .......................wonderfully written AZ
We all want and need happiness and it is the simple things that have it! Thank you
These words are amazing. Also your outlook on life! Always great energy in your words.
Following your comment on my 100th poem, I have come to read your 100th poem.It is such a marvelous piece of writing well deserving to be your 100th poem.From our childhood to our late life, we always seek outside approval to be happy.We want praise and acknowledgements for our looks or talents from others without realizing that happiness lies within us , i.e.wisdom, love and beautiful soul.
Growing pains from what other says can shape or break us when the mind believes their words to be true. Glad that you have found true happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happiness reside in the heart...its a garden paradise, where the sweet fragrance, others will happily share! May your garden bloom forever...and a blessing and joy for others too! A great 100! !