Happy Poem
This poem is upbeat.
It’s happy and light.
It was written in sunshine,
And not in the night.
What shall I say?
Shall I talk about love?
The beauty of today?
The cry of a dove?
This is not easy.
It’s not easy at all.
This poem is happy,
But the order’s quite tall.
It’s hard to be happy
When faced with such sadness,
And it’s hard to be sappy
Faced with such madness.
But this poem is hope,
It’s an annoying fight
To try and be happy,
And upbeat, and light.
It’s happy and light.
It was written in sunshine,
And not in the night.
What shall I say?
Shall I talk about love?
The beauty of today?
The cry of a dove?
This is not easy.
It’s not easy at all.
This poem is happy,
But the order’s quite tall.
It’s hard to be happy
When faced with such sadness,
And it’s hard to be sappy
Faced with such madness.
But this poem is hope,
It’s an annoying fight
To try and be happy,
And upbeat, and light.
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