Daily Prompt “Happy” A Poem

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are 
colourless when unbroken.

                                            _Longfellow._

One of her

favorite

pastimes

sitting on

an old junk front seat

left for months

in the car port

holding a genuine

steering wheel

her babies

misbehaving

in the back

enduring

treacherous

weather conditions

pressing on

through rising water

Thunderclaps

crashed!

a marching band parade

awesome inner silence

detours and hospital trips

facing the summer sun,

and in season

vegetables from the local

Mimosa tree.

Would her babies

ever learn?

Her favorite

laughter

was giggling

without stopping.

(There were times

when the same face

made her cry.)

Her favorite

work caught her up

like a runaway horse.

Her favorite topic

was happiness

at first when

falling in love, but

was never

a favorite pastime.

Starting Over (Revised) DP Challenge

Economics of Idleness

occupations

that only faintly occupy

prove of adulthood

so much stagnation

of all we learned

falling down

and getting up

feeling rash

and calming down

turning back

to start again

When  we were young

we learned to think

of growth as activity

progress as identity.

The use of it all

is winding down.

Or so it feels

in disability,

much other futility,

unsatisfactory

prospects of

twenty-first century

economy.

Starting over

is meaningless to

the human body.

When they turn us under

and mine the landfill,

a  new habitat will

support life of

a new age.

And when the young

of that species learns

about starting over,

may it never forget.