Be Happy Poem by George Kaluwa

Be Happy



I smile and smile
A tool at my bosom
That makes me walk a mile
Away from my lowest bottom

I don't whine and cry
That would make me an old song
Which loses taste with any passing season of a fly
And so I realize that I am not a burnt gong

I laugh and laugh
When a calamity thinks me pity
Worrying glamorizes stuff
And adds nothing but thoughts unwitty

Thursday, May 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: wisdom
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