This poem is about a man <br />Who always had a reason <br />For being unhappy. <br /> <br />He never had the money, <br />Never had the time, <br />Was always thinking of <br />Being somewhere else, <br />Said he lived from day to day <br />But really lived in his mind <br />For the day when <br />He would be happy. <br /> <br />The happiest times were the times <br />He spent thinking about <br />When he'd be happy <br />And all his troubles <br />Just memories <br />To keep him awake at night. <br /> <br />So, being happy, he'd be unhappy <br />Thinking of the past <br />And all the struggle <br />To get to this point in his life <br />Where he was happy <br />And feeling good with himself <br />For being there <br />But just a bit guilty <br />Because being happy meant <br />Remembering the people he'd known <br />Who weren't happy <br />And were still filling in their lottey tickets <br />Hoping for a breakthrough in their lives. <br /> <br />Being happy, he'd be able to teach the world <br />How being unhappy had become a way of life <br />You were trapped into <br />And there were always reasons <br />Why you should be unhappy <br />Like not having the things <br />Everyone said you had to have <br />To lead a happy life. <br /> <br />And one day you'd be dead <br />And not know if you were happy or not <br />Or if the world had ended yet <br />And if it hadn't how much suffering <br />Must still be going on - <br />And did it matter? <br />Because the only way he thought <br />He could be happy <br />Was by being unhappy. <br /> <br />Or by not being at all - <br />Which scared him so much <br />He knew he could never be happy <br />Ever<br /><br />Len Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/len-webster-s-happiness/
