A busy little bee
There once was this little girl,
she lived (for the most part) in a happy home,
In a happy town, on a happy street,
(even w/ its mistakes)A basically happy little world,
She was a busy little bee as well,
constantly at school cheering or dancing,
always working on school,competitions or plays,
She couldnt have been happier in her busy little place,
She didnt realize then that her busy wasnt busy at all,
and that her happy was something she shouldnt have taken for granted,
Now graduation had come and gone,
and though summers sun had seemed sweet,
shes readied herself for college and a job,
and the more she thought about it,
the happier she thought she could be,
now the busy little bee left her little world,
her happy home, her happy town and her happy street,
a big new happy world waited ahead of her,
and she happier than ever jumped into it(with both feet),
She suddenly realized that she was on her own
no mom there to help her, to make her lunch, to drive her to school,
or to do her laundry, and especially no mom to pay for the rent,
life was harder then she thought it would be,
but its challenge seemed fun to take,
so the little girl readied herself once again,
still happy, though not as much as she was before,
The weeks went by and busy kept the little girl,
now an adult though she had seemed to be,
with now a job to maintain and a class schdeule to manage,
as well as a festival to run, and a play to memorize,
the busy little girl was busier then ever,
but her happy little world wasnt happy at all,
she had no time to relax, she was missing out on fun things,
and her friends were seeing less and less of her,
She felt cold and alone, and unliked but her peers,
and for the first time,in her happy little busy life,
alittle too busy,and alittle, no alot unhappy,
No dont get me wrong there was some joy,
not everything was horribly wrong and bad,
its just not the same happy she had once known,
nor the same carefree busy as she remembered,
but not all is lost the now little woman thougth,
her once little life was now huge and grand,
and couldnt hold the same happiness her little heart felt,
back on that happy street, in that happy house,
and (even w/ its mistakes)in that basically happy little world,
she had far to much a world to full now with all that she could dream,
she closed her eyes in realization and smiled with that thought,
she was busy and happy once again, but this time with an understanding,
"Life keeps us busy and we must do what we need to do.
But its up to us to find the things that make us happy,
for if we dont our world will never hold any meaning,
and a life without meaning is pointless,
so find your joy, persue it and hold it tight,
and never look back."
in short:
Life is what we make of it.
to thoughs back home: I miss you so much. Write me an email just to say hi,
it will bring alittle happiness to this busy little bee's life.
she lived (for the most part) in a happy home,
In a happy town, on a happy street,
(even w/ its mistakes)A basically happy little world,
She was a busy little bee as well,
constantly at school cheering or dancing,
always working on school,competitions or plays,
She couldnt have been happier in her busy little place,
She didnt realize then that her busy wasnt busy at all,
and that her happy was something she shouldnt have taken for granted,
Now graduation had come and gone,
and though summers sun had seemed sweet,
shes readied herself for college and a job,
and the more she thought about it,
the happier she thought she could be,
now the busy little bee left her little world,
her happy home, her happy town and her happy street,
a big new happy world waited ahead of her,
and she happier than ever jumped into it(with both feet),
She suddenly realized that she was on her own
no mom there to help her, to make her lunch, to drive her to school,
or to do her laundry, and especially no mom to pay for the rent,
life was harder then she thought it would be,
but its challenge seemed fun to take,
so the little girl readied herself once again,
still happy, though not as much as she was before,
The weeks went by and busy kept the little girl,
now an adult though she had seemed to be,
with now a job to maintain and a class schdeule to manage,
as well as a festival to run, and a play to memorize,
the busy little girl was busier then ever,
but her happy little world wasnt happy at all,
she had no time to relax, she was missing out on fun things,
and her friends were seeing less and less of her,
She felt cold and alone, and unliked but her peers,
and for the first time,in her happy little busy life,
alittle too busy,and alittle, no alot unhappy,
No dont get me wrong there was some joy,
not everything was horribly wrong and bad,
its just not the same happy she had once known,
nor the same carefree busy as she remembered,
but not all is lost the now little woman thougth,
her once little life was now huge and grand,
and couldnt hold the same happiness her little heart felt,
back on that happy street, in that happy house,
and (even w/ its mistakes)in that basically happy little world,
she had far to much a world to full now with all that she could dream,
she closed her eyes in realization and smiled with that thought,
she was busy and happy once again, but this time with an understanding,
"Life keeps us busy and we must do what we need to do.
But its up to us to find the things that make us happy,
for if we dont our world will never hold any meaning,
and a life without meaning is pointless,
so find your joy, persue it and hold it tight,
and never look back."
in short:
Life is what we make of it.
to thoughs back home: I miss you so much. Write me an email just to say hi,
it will bring alittle happiness to this busy little bee's life.