WE ARE NOT HAPPY PEOPLE , NONE OF US IS`

WE ARE NOT HAPPY PEOPLE , NONE OF US IS`

we are not happy people

none of us is

if we have to be something

we are miserable , for the most of our lives

bearing life , teary eyes, gold and gleam,

at a party of teenage dreams

till all our dreams frown

and leave us in the purgatory of pain in hounds

i wanted to be a doctor , once

my mother said

now all she is a mad woman

I wanted to be something of worth

my father said

now all he is an old man

dust has recollected on both of them

I see them getting old 

they sit near to their graves 

I wish we were happy people

I wish some of us could smile about growing up

I wish i need not to be so wise , 

at the funeral of my teenage dreams 

till all my dreams turn me down

and leave me in the kitchen sink of my weeping sounds

I wanted to be a poet once,

I said to my daughter 

now all I am is an old woman 

I wanted to be something of worth , 

I said to my son 

now all I am is a rusted woman 

I really thought , 

all of my life , I was made up of collected dust…

and some accumulated trust

and I can never be clean , but only be cold

ice cold and unsound ....