There once was a girl named Blah.
She lived with her Mom and Da.
Her life was quite boring
Her countenance storming
Because she’d no reason to “Hah!”
Each day was just like the other
School, work, and helping her mother
Her friends were quite dull
She lived in a lull
And change? She just couldn’t bother.
Then along came a girl named Happy.
Her clothes were really quite snappy.
She had pep in her step
And a super high rep
She told Blah, “You’re sure acting crappy!
Quite being a Gloomy Gus
And downing the rest of us!
Paste on a smile
Giggle a while
And stop making such a fuss.”
So Blah tried her best to fit in
Wearing her fake plastic grin
And it started to work
She felt herself perk
Like life was starting to begin
But Happy soon went on her way
Claiming that she couldn’t stay
Leaving Blah all alone
Her storm having grown
Because Happy had gone away
So in and out Happy would float
Like a storm toying with a small boat
Tossing Blah up and down
With a grin and a frown
Making her feel like a dote
But one day when Happy was gone
Leaving Blah with her face rather drawn
Came a girl named Joy
With a smile quite coy
Who said, “Will you be Blah very long?”
Blah scoffed and said, “Of course, no!
I can be happy, if you must know!
But when Happy’s not here
I’m Blah again, I fear.
When she’s gone, I’m always so low.”
Joy tilted her head and sighed.
“That just makes me want to cry!
To never quite know
How your day will go
If you will be low or high.”
“How else could it be, strange girl?
In this topsy turvy kind of world?
Happy comes and goes
And nobody knows
What circumstances will be unfurled.”
“I know,” said Joy, kind of quiet
“Something different, if you want to try it.
Certain and sure
Consistent and pure
I’m selling and you can buy it.”
Blah cried, “I want Happy back!”
Joy gave her own head a smack.
“Happy won’t stay
Day after day
You’d notice, if you kept track.
But me? I’m here till the end
A truly reliable friend
No feelings of fluff
I’m here when it’s tough
A truly different kind of trend.”
“But will you still make me smile?
Like Happy did for a while?
My troubles aside
Until she’d fly
Whenever my life faced a trial?”
“But I’m not Happy, I’m Joy.
And nothing can destroy
The peace I give
If you want to live
More than as Happy’s little toy.”
Blah asked, “So no Happy feelings?
Like I want to bounce through the ceiling?”
Joy smiled and said,
“More than feelings. Instead
Something that’s really quite healing.
I am here when life gets tough
When you feel like you’ve had enough
An assurance that claims
There’s sun after the rain
And helps you not fly off the cuff.”
Just then, Happy did come back
Giving Blah’s back a friendly-like slap
“Did you miss me, friend?
Let’s start again
Because I know you hate feeling like crap.”
Blah looked then between the two.
And she knew just what she would do.
“Happy, I’m done
We’ve had our fun
But our rollercoaster life is through
I’m ready for something real
That circumstances can never steal
It’s not of this world
This Joy of a girl
And it’s not something I can feel
But she’s Someone I can know
And day by day I’ll grow
In her stable, safe peace
And her calm, quiet feast
That nothing in life overthrows.”
Hand in hand they went, Joy and Blah.
Blah still had her Mom and her Da.
Life hadn’t changed
But she’d rearranged
Her heart, which was a great “Ah-ha!”