I was happy three times this year. The first time it was with you When you asked me to get married I was happy for three days in a row I was ecstatic Before I realized it´s just a plot to keep me And that nothing will ever change The second time I was happy When you whom I had long wished to come back You came back and you gave your all But too much time had passed I guess it just came too late For the third time I was happy When you showed up when least expected Because I always wanted to get close to you They say three times a charm There was that magic I was happy I still am happy though I am writing in past tense One day past tense is all we shall have You said we are headed towards death That a man's life is all about duty With happiness an occasional by-product Well I am doing my part here In putting this on paper Writing has been my duty all along I’m not going to deny it I was happy when I was writing I was happy when I was still writing So maybe you had a point I was happy when I was writing Even though life was rough The numbers in the love equation don't add up But people keep asking for the stories And that brings hope to my life because If you live to tell the tale Then anything that happens is alright There is no need to judge it Just type it So I was happy when you scorned me I was happy when you built me up I was happy Because I was writing I had a hell of a thing to write about

I Was Happy
A poem about finding the redemption in the only place it could be found.