This is a short poem, left kind of open-ended for each individual's own interpretation. Enjoy.
I grow weary of viewing the expression
Her form changing back and forth.
From smile, to smirk, to some
Wide gaping maw full of shiny, yellow teeth
Happiness. I see it everywhere.
Children the most. Newlyweds much the same.
Of course, anyone who isn’t happy
I tend to overlook.
Every time I try to ask,
They don’t seem to hear me.
Lost in their own world of bliss.
Laughter echoing the empty halls of my skull.
Then one day, I came short of an ephiphany.
A feeling of realization brimming on the edge
And she smiled, shyly and with a hint of happiness.
That’s when I came to know
That life is too short not to be…