One of my english poems

I used to be sad... good times...
but I've never walked to the light;
it was just a way of having fun
(some people have sex, some people run).

yes... but no: no sex at all
(only what's in the manual);
I looked through the window, watching rain,
and ghosts from the past visited me again,

lost Love, good jokes, my hometown;
I used to be sad... how about?
but life, day by day, took me my toy
(what's left is really the lonely joy)

now I'm calm; I put it behind;
but ghosts from the past... never mind.