What is being happy all about?
Who among us is in pain?
I have seen the rich crying,
Some poor laugh insane.
To laugh is not to be happy,
Pain sometimes makes you smile.
It’s something other, so special,
God and his unique style.
Comedians, they make us all, to laugh,
It’s a side of them, which covers the part.
Why is it, that the one with so many friends,
He is often the one, is often lonely at heart.
It’s a virtue which, the best comedians had,
They made us laugh, even when they were sad.
Best jokers were mindful, they were sane,
Had it not been true, why Charlie would had said,
That he liked to cry in rain.
Tears, they don’t follow a trend,
We cry at our best moments, nothing bad,
And we laugh out really hard,
When our heart is opposing, actually sad
What is it, then, means to be happy,
How is it feels to be esthetic?
May be it’s, about been in love,
May be its, to have fame,
May be a good job, or family,
Confused, is the nature of game.
Whatever it may be, Glory or the pain
It surely must be worth crying in the rain.