Happy Days
A Happy (Blank) Poem
Happy Days
If all our days were happy days,
Our lives would become dull.
So some days should be harder days,
The kind that push and pull.
For how can we but hope to find
The happiness we seek?
If same-old same-old fills the mind,
Then every day is weak.
But when our world is shattered some,
We come to find a way
To appreciate each new crumb
Of happiness today.
~ Kaci Rigney Copyright 2026
Thanks for reading. :)
So true. Happiness means nothing when it's constant. Suffering is part of life, but a good day's work also makes any meal taste better. There are many benefits. Great poem, Kaci.