Poetry

Happiness in hands for you
If you decided not to be sad
As a cup of water, take a sup
To clean your thoughts to be glad

Sadness does not need to broach
It always knocks worried heart
But Happiness in a golden coach
Asks to ride and start

The Brain is yours “to make use”
Positively, think of your own
Feel your value, never abuse
And get up early at dawn