The butterfly's tongue tapping my nose;
The absence of work make it worthwhile,
Oh the simple pleasures of being a child.
Walking my path in this world of a maze,
Self-discovery at every curve on the way;
Yet so much still to be unveiled, to be seen,
Oh the wondrous freedoms of being a teen.
Fantasies over, construction has begun,
Building my future, yet the blueprint's not done;
Weaving through the calm and the tumult,
Oh the thrilling adventures of being an adult.
Traveling back to well-spent years,
I paid off with my blood, sweat and tears;
My husband's warm hand I now hold,
Oh the calming peace of being old.
Trials and tribulations, we overcame,
Persevering through both the sun and rain;
Our house and hearts filled with thanksgiving,
Oh the joys of just simply living!
Spoiler
I was browsing through the Dramatic Poetry Forum and noticed how abundant melancholy poems about life were. I thought to myself, "Wait, where is the happiness? Can't life have happiness as well?" And that is what inspired me to write this poem.

