Eight years and counting....

Okay ya'll, I know I haven't posted any poems a while now...
So in the occassion of my 8th year anniversary... I took the chance to write up something for my wife.

I know I should've just gotten her a card or something, but I guess between the logistics, old fancy lines and the waiting-for-mail-to-come (it takes about 9-13 days by post), blogging my message comes out the better choice.

I hope you could find my poem somewhat acceptable cause it really came from the heart.

For this one - I've used the obsession I have for securing a better tomorrow for my wife and kids; and the struggles, frustrations, triumphs, and the lessons I learned shooting down that illusive dream we call "happiness"...

So here it is... Hope you like this one babe...


Eight years and couting...
by: D'Shah A.


A long night begs, embracing you and your sadness,
you find yourself shedding tears of solitude and madness...
You grieve with the thought that you are all alone,
in the midst of every one's company you feel lethargic and prone...

You question yourself and how you've come to be,
so blinded by sorrow, pain, anguish and misery...
Regretful for the fact that you started something off,
you wondered, is there a point to all these sacrifices and scoff...

My father told me that happiness is a virtue,
that no person can truly be happy, if its all just up to you...
Happiness in itself is as fluid as your concept of self-worth,
being truly happy is a definition you've looked for since birth...

In spite of the obvious you still wanted to be happy,
you rationalize, you seek and found that it costs hefty...
A bigot once said that money can buy you happiness,
but material possessions will always amount to something less...

So now I question the wisdom of old,
when they say that money is evil and that time can be sold....
But these two are crucial, essential for one's happiness,
Don't you need both to secure yourself from all the madness?

Today, I am shameful of the fact that I've willfully conceded,
from the hallowed clamouring, I've lost track and got myself jaded...
Because as I learned, happiness is not measured in ounces of gold,
it is but the summation of our experiences and in loving so bold...

Happiness is not illusive, we just need to find the way,
the truth, in all sincerity, happiness is loving others day by day...
Loving is the key, give love to even those that scorn you,
Listen and heed me, only in loving can happiness achieved be true...

Happy Anniversary my one true love, my happiness, my Leslie...