I guess you have to be beaten
to learn to smile through
the pain because it too will end
and you will remain
To withhold your hand from scratching
while the scab it is still healing I guess
you have to have a scab or two
ripped off before you’ve healed
to learn the sting is not worth the satisfaction
And to marvel at your ability to heal
I guess you have to know broken
parts and open wounds and near death
experiences before you realize
how wonderful it is to be healed by you
but to be happy, why even a puppy
knows how to be happy on a warm
sunny afternoon with a full belly
and a friend to bum around with
3 thoughts on “Even Puppies Smile”
Reading this poem is as much fun as pissing outdoors.
This is the second “philosophy of happy” piece I’ve come across this morning, the first at http://zebrasounds.net/2010/03/16/everyday-happy/
And yes… puppies smile. Cats do, too.
Sometimes we *do* have to make ourselves realize and recognize the happy moments.
Rather like this poem…the final lines send the message quite nicely…good work.