Happy

Jacob Mead


I am an aristocrat giving out money for charity,
you can say I live in a life of high society.
One day, my brain was filled with an artistic inquiry,
my curiousness got me chastised.
Not only did it kill the cat, but it made me realize,
that those little mistakes or small things make me happy.

Imagine; your life is shrouded in money problems galore,
but the difference is that my middle-class problems allow me to realize the little things once more.
Allowing yourself to breathe and bask in sunlight,
gives so much more meaning to life.
Even though my day may be crappy,
I can still be happy.

I don't brag or throw my life around,
I appreciate what I have and every sound.
Money is a worry, but not enough to cause concern;
I deal with what I was dealt with and find more about what I can learn.
Although, I may not be filled with glee;
you can still bet I'll be happy.

  • Author: Jacob Mead (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2018 23:16
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