The Happiest Poem Poem by Nisho Olme

This'll be the happiest poem,
That I have ever made,
Written in the happiest home,
Where I have ever played.
With little yellow flowers,
Frozen underneath the frost,
Where me and both my brothers,
Played our games without exhaust.
I wonder how to fill this poem,
With everything I feel,
Or if the words would be enough,
To make the past be real.
I wonder where I am today,
And why I can't go back,
To days when I was young and free,
To days when I was zach.
But lately all the happy poems,
Have turned out just like this,
And all the girls I thought I loved,
Were not what I had wished.
But that's the way that it all goes,
And that's the way it stays,
I've messed with love and lost my heart,
But that's just how God plays.