They say,

"Smile, young boy, smile."

They said,

"Joy is yours, free of denial."

But I've seen Happiness walk in,

filling the room with light,

only to fade into the night.

It calls me close,

warm and bright,

then vanishes-

gone before the touch.

It knocks on the door,

but never stays inside.

It kisses my cheeks,

then drifts with the tide.