I asked myself the question,  am I happy with this life?
The answer came in segments,
and caused me some strife.
I only want a straight up answer,
I told myself again
And then I heard the voice of a very old friend.
“I see you as a happy person,
someone who has her priorities straight,
Just keep accepting,
that this life is your fate.”
That old friend of mine is wise,
he talks to me a lot,
Though he often speaks in riddles,
he is smart when I am not.
I listened to my friend
and found myself quite happy.
I would give more examples,
but then this poem would get too sappy.