Happy Days

My life was not a happy one but I can still recall some good times. My father was a lousy one though my mother was just fine. I grew up with no money never knowing the finer things of life. I never did drugs or steal and I did not think about it twice. I grew up becoming a nice child, but had shyness like that of a mouse. I was never invited to parties and was always left out. I made some friends despite of it all and good ones no doubt. No my life was not a happy one, but maybe this will change. Until then I can dream of happy days.