Inconclusive Poem by shimon weinroth

I worry, you tell me not to worry, be happy
there is nothing to worry about
but still I keep on worrying
it's easier to worry than be happy

i'm not really sure
I know what it means to be happy
is it a red sunset on the blue horizon
a child smiles and lauhgs
the fresh smell after spring showers
or wathcng her walk

a litter of squirming puppies
a babe at the breast
a flower in bloom
a flock of birds overhead

happenings and sweet cliches
I don't think I can know when I am happy
without telling a story
but I know when I'm not