Happy

Being happy is some what strange,
It gives me a feeling of joy,
Is it finally time for a change?
I hope this is not just a ploy.

I don't know what makes me like this,
Though I am very cheerful,
Is this just an ignorant bliss?
Designed to make me less fearful.

Please, I do hope to stay this way,
Because, in a sad world of tears,
A world that seems very grey,
This eliminated many fears.

Reviews

[Papaya]

strange to think of happy as a strange feeling and yet i know for many it is, it feels foreign.
so used to being not. but i like that this poem embraces the good moments while acknowledging it can change so easily

[Ardra]

Mmm glad to read this poem of yours... capture that in a box..keep it safe... when time is hard and tiring open it up to get a taste of what it felt like to smile.... our poems are a part of that ...to remind us of our good days...