Days

There are days I smile and days I cry. But most of all I sit back and wonder why.
Why my life turned out this way. Just why is it I have to live day by day.
Why did the good part come and go. And why does any happiness seem to come so slow.
There are days I smile and days I cry. Why is it for me happiness has to be so shy.
All I want is no more pain and sorrow. To never worry again that I’ll need to rob, steel, or barrow.Knowing always my kids are happy and fed. Seeing them safe every night as I tuck them in bed.There are days I smile and days I cry. Can you please tell me where real happiness lies.Is it perhaps buried next to a weeping willow. Or can I pray at night and wake with it under my pillow.I’m told true happiness comes from everywhere. But when I look I don’t see it here or there.There are days I smile and days I cry. I’ve sought it out with a million tries.Will I ever find it I do not know. But if I ever do you’ll be the first to know.
So until that day my happiness comes along. I’ll continue to live my life where all seems so wrong.