h.a.p.p.y

How can I find it?

How can I have it?

He has have it

How come I don’t have it?

Anywhere I search for it

Anyone I know is feeling it

At heaven, I know it’s unending

At earth, few are worth having

People prays for it that I try to give

People says it’s short and always leave

Part of me gamble when I give it out

Perhaps I wish it can also make me one

Perfection is also with it

Please, could someone be sweet

Please me enough to make me feel

Part of me that is making me ill

Yearn for it as I always do

You can make it come true

You know what I am talking about

Yes, it is happiness that we want to shout

Posted by: Dianne Peña | 04-03-2008 | 06:04 PM
Posted in: Belles-Lettres