I want to speak of happy things, <br />Like flying on love's wings, <br />Like sitting beneath the palm trees <br />As we talk about the birds and the bees. <br /> <br />I want to be happy again, <br />To remember things from way back when, <br />To speak excitedly of here and there <br />Knowing that I truly haven't been anywhere. <br /> <br />I don't want to worry, <br />I don't want to fret, <br />I want to be as care free <br />As I can possibly get. <br /> <br />But in this world I live, <br />Nothing seems to give, <br />Happiness is just a word, <br />And a life without fear <br />Is just plain absurd.<br /><br />Rain Storm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-speak-of-happy-things/
