Happy At Being Unhappy And Not Poem by Andy Brookes
Happy At Being Unhappy And Not
Why, he asked, can't you write happy poems?
I thought about it.... lingers still
and may do tomorrow.
because, I said, and there was no more.
happiness is a state of mind, he said,
surely you can be happy if only for me.
does, I ask, a bird sing because it's happy
or the sun shine or wind blow or, or, or,
maybe, I said, I'm just not a happy person
but I'm not unhappy either, I added.
he wandered off, obviously disgruntled,
down the path and out the woods.
wanting certainties I couldn't give him
wanting to be secure and I couldn't make it so.
I sat on a log and thought well that's a path not worth taking.
I wonder what Robert Frost would have thought about that?
Andy, to MyPoemList. if i ever start showcases again, i'd be pleased to include this gem. i, too, am rarely (if ever) " happy" , but i, too, am rarely (if ever) unhappy. i like to say that i'm usually content. could we ask for 'more'? sure, but maybe we shouldn't expect 'more', so as to not be disappointed. well-told, young poet. bri :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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7/30/2025 5:07:14 AM # 1.0.0
" ... I'm not unhappy either, I added." this seems to not go with the title, but, heck, i don't care. ha ha. bri :)