Happiness

Happiness

A Poem by Sage
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I wrote this with a very chaotic mindset just because I wanted to write and did not get the flow quite well. Any thoughts and suggestions are welcome.

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Happiness

As a kid I heard everyone say how good the world was
Thought the world was just and fair
I knew that there was a lot I had to learn
I just did not expect- the world to be so bare

As a kid, I saw people smile with joy
Happily whistling and hustling and bustling
As I grew older, I knew
That wasn't a smile, it was a mask barely hanging

The kid in me, who did not grow up
Looked around, searching for others like me
Then one day as I lay in wait, it happened
Reality struck me and it was no more a mystery

People are bad, they lie
They spread hate and advocate violence
This is what the innocent kid in me thought 
After a while I was innocent no more

However the world is such a vast and diverse place
Every person is not the same 
Some are good, some are kind
A few are understanding and some do not like fame

I will however not forget the moment
I thought I'd never see another smile
A genuine smile from someone's heart
I just hope happiness does not become a thing of history

© 2016 Sage


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Sage! Excellent poetry! Very well written...I love how you let us into your thoughts ... I am happy your child self believes there are kind people in the world....Bravo

Posted 8 Years Ago


I really like the 'when I was a kid' parts of this!
Loved it!
Keep on writing!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


I liked your thoughts.
"However the world is such a vast and diverse place
Every person is not the same
Some are good, some are kind
A few are understanding and some do not like fame"
You are right. Many kinds of people. We must try and get along. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 8 Years Ago


Sage

8 Years Ago

Thanks for going through!
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.
"They spread have and advocate violence"
I'm sure you meant for that to read differently.

"I just hope happiness does not become a thing of history"
Manufactured 'happiness' is hollow, misleading. The pursuit of 'happiness' should not be like a trip to Mcdonalds, it must be earned one way or the other. There is this urge to foster a 'safe space' of forced 'happiness' everywhere in the western world, it's cheapening what it means to be happy.

This is a completely unremarkable piece of writing. Sorry, reality often times is not happy... did you want me to lie and tell you its fantastic? Just wait a little while, some empty headed moron reviewer will call this a masterpiece (along with everything else they reviewed). Hollow happy, make a safe space online.


Posted 8 Years Ago


Davidgeo

8 Years Ago

Just because you're self effacing in the description doesn't mean I will critique you any differentl.. read more
Sage

8 Years Ago

Well, I did not take it negatively! Thanks though, for reading it.
Davidgeo

8 Years Ago

my pleasure.... sort of.
a great poem on life,the world is getting worse every day
people are more for them selves ,but they are very good people still here as well
kind and caring people,you wake up to life as you live it !

Posted 8 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sage

8 Years Ago

Thanks for going through the poem!

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Added on April 16, 2016
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