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.
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