Happy Days (Poetry)

I used to be happy at nothing
I didn’t know then that I was
It was there and I took it for granted
and so rarely acknowledged because

it was simply the default position
when nothing much got in the way
and life on the whole drifted pleasant
nothing spoilt the good mood of my day

If someone had asked was I happy
I suppose that I’d check just to see
yet it must have been clear to a blind man
I was cheerful and mostly carefree

That was then before luck did a u-turn
now I’m neck-deep in worry and strife
and it’s hard to recall feeling happy
but I want nothing more in my life