I Was Happy Once But Didn't Know It

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    I Was Happy Once But Didn't Know It

    I Was Happy Once But Didn’t Know It
    Written by Wilfred Charles Mellers, Friday, May 22, 2009

    I was happy once but didn’t know it
    Like sands flowing through my hands I blew it
    Stupid and selfish I was being
    Couldn’t communicate what I was feeling

    Lost it all one day online
    From time to time I still wish she were still mine
    Someone now I can never find
    She was once so loving, tender, and kind

    My young ones gone to another state
    Years now gone maybe eight
    My youngest girl it’s me now she hates
    It wasn’t me that opened the floodgates

    I told I tried to do everything that I could
    I thought it all she understood
    To give it all back that I would
    Now all gone downstream like driftwood

    To her I tried to still communicate
    Seems to much, to little, and to late
    She is now fourteen and still growing
    I never expected her to be all knowing

    I chased her mother away for I was not being attentive
    Too little to late for I was so passive-aggressive
    I love her so and never showed her
    All I was showing was just my anger

    I should have given her what she wanted
    Hurtful words used I wish I could’ve recanted
    I never realized I was hurting her so
    I had no choice but to let her go

    I loved her so and still do now
    I will have to make my life work now somehow
    I was lost and thought I was found
    Now love’s buried far underground

    To hold and love I have no one there
    She says about me she still does care
    Looked for love and couldn’t find it anywhere
    To try again, do I dare?

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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