Happiness
Sebastian Lennox What is it like, being happy? Is it the warm, fuzzy feeling You get in your stomach As you are lifted Into the air When you are three, Your parent Swooping down to save you From the lethal germs Of the roughened pavement? Or maybe it is the Fizz of soda crossing Your lips as you Sip on a cola, your first, At your best friend’s birthday party When you are seven, The bubbles Making you burp Unhealthily. Better yet, It is probably the Winning goal you score In 6th grade, The wind streaming through your hair As you run the length of the field, Causing the normally polite strands To wreak havoc on your face. Or can it be The kiss you cherish, Your first, again, When you are seventeen Behind the stairs With her, Holding each other close Because what could ever go wrong? Wait, I forgot. It is probably the day you Graduate. Your choice: High school (when you’re eighteen) College (when you’re twenty-two) Grad school (when you’re twenty-six) Oh of course! It is definitely your wedding day, Your mind and heart Complete At the ripe age of thirty. You think about your past And understand that happiness Is a never-ending feeling. We just do not know when it is going to hide Or show its beautiful self Because happiness is unpredictable. But know That happiness will always find you, somehow, someway. |