Happiness. Can’t say I’ve ever had it. <br />Once I met a gleaming happy person, <br />He was beaming as he asked me to sit, <br />Said he would tell me how to have some fun. <br />Said he never worried at all for others, <br />Said he never cared for the world at all, <br />Said no man in the world was his brother <br />Said he never cared for the ones who fall. <br />Said you can’t be happy with that worry, <br />Said to be happy, to do as he said. <br />Said life is short and gone in a hurry, <br />Said no one remembers you when you’re dead. <br />So I told him then I’d rather be sad, <br />He wasn’t happy, instead he was Mad.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-viii-a-happy-madness/
