A Happy Soul

there she goes
the happy soul
a basket in her hand
she comes out for a stroll


she walks through the parks
she walks past the fountain
she sometime sits on the bench
overlooking the red mountain


she smiles to herself
with memories in her mind
she blushes thinking about the people
who so far have been kind


she knows she is blessed,
aware of the envious eyes
she makes a humble prayer for them
for someone to come and wipe their cries


with all the wonderful things she hears for herself
sometimes she keeps wondering
"am i taking too much pride in it
have i ever caused a heart plundering"\


and then she realizes
she may not have been as good as all think
she obviously has some grey sides
which cannot be forgiven with the eyes blink


but amidst all the mistakes she has made
there are some wonders she has create
the mistake were her learning
but happiness is her fate


and so




there she goes
the happy soul
a basket in her hand
she comes out for a stroll