Poetry: Happy Times

Happy times is what life is all about
Hold these things close to your heart
It can be as small as finding money on the ground
Overjoyed that you bought that new house

Mounds of dough in your bank account
A fighting couple that worked things out
Happiness is certainly this I know
Sharing a passionate kiss under the mistletoe

Snowing on a winter day, while all the kids just play
A brand new car when you graduate
In a world so cold, it's not spoken of
The guns and violence has broken us

You're rewarded for doing wrong
Most people come from broken homes
I don't want to keep going on and on, but
Happy times show people in their rarest form