A Truly Happy Soul

I look at the vagabond Half lying against the wall. He’s smiling with what he’s doing As if he has a goal. Sorting out the rubbish He brought with him for long. He lives within his own world Humming an obscure song. I ponder on a hermit Why seclusion is his home; He chose to make his abode Where no people ever roam. Waking up before sunrise, He hoped to live a day; In the coming of the twilight Not a debt he has to pay. I envy the singing blind man; So skillful at his trade. He holds instinctive talent; Finger trekking from fret to fret. He’s meek in conversation But he takes pride of his roots; And even in his blindness He’d been able to see the truth. I find joy in my pondering With the lesson that it brings; That in my introspection I’ve learned a lot of things. To be humble is to be happy If one looks at life as a whole. Behind the silence of the simple Is a truly happy soul. Date & Time of Writing: April 13, 2012 12:13am - 1:22pm