Happy Times

• Ben Fitzpatrick, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2012

Happy times have reached us; sometimes shine bright
we sing in pain and laugh and dance
to the beat only to happiness, no light.
Just fill our empty lives or love for our hearts
ruled by hatred; anger and fear
But I remember a boy, who had a scar
he alone went off to fight.
I couldn’t forget my loss of when I left
when she left, no one noticed but me
and so in my sleep I tossed out my happiness.