Ten a.m. in the morning as I remember,

I woke to a warm smile and a high class breakfast.

When I was still happy.

Day in day out I cared less of this world and its atrocities.

When my innocence was proven by looks, now it’s proven by records.

When I was still happy,

It was easy.

 

When I was still happy,

Time mattered to parents, but not for the young ones.

Bills were not a problem but a way to hide the horrors of it.

When food was an easy to make but expensive to buy.

When I was still happy,

Living in a squatter camp was not a problem.

Who cared about class?

When birthdays were something to look towards to,

Now they are just fear, worry, contemplates and pain.

 

When I was happy I worried not all these breeding tendencies.

Only had to play, cry and laugh, what an era to be in?

When adult life felt like true freedom now its responsibility and bills.

All ended while I was still happy.

The responsibility become my new warder now.