Happiness ?

ian-lewis-copestick Poems

I've noticed as I grow older And at 45 I am ******* old I seem to be getting more resilient Mentally, I bend Where I used to crack Things that 15 years ago Would have destroyed me Now I flick them off Like an errant insect That hassles me whilst I'm Having a **** The more pain that you go through You must gain a tolerance. Now I laugh When I used to cry Now I just shrug Where I used to ask why It's just the way of the world I tell myself. Life is pain Get over it or die Suicide now seems Like a bad joke They have taken all that they can What's left now is mine Is happiness the right Word for it ? Or just nothing left to lose ? Whatever, I'm feeling better than In a long time If this is becoming Middle aged Then it's pretty ******* good