Am I pleased? Am I immensely contented?
Frequently, asked myself every night,
Hoping my life’s flow won’t be misled,
When my head and pillow unite.

Every dawn with warm sun rise,
I position my mind to be gentle,
And assure myself in beneficence guise,
Keeping away bejeweled ornamentals.

As sun gently touches the beautiful loam,
I step gently towards my daily routine.
Sometimes days gets sour as lemon,
And sometimes like sugar cane.

Am I happy? Is the day truly joyful?
Often asked with the looming of dusk
And realize it’s not up incredibly gleeful;
Seems like the flowing of river Usk.