Happiness is having not a care in the world,
Seeing a glum-faced person begin to smile.
Seeing a tyke begin to laugh,
After they tore a hole in their pants.


Happiness is, to me,
A great way to escape the blahs,
A way to make others look,
“See that old man with a hole in his shoe?”


Happiness is walking about,
Observing nature as I do,
Thinking and remembering days of yore
And knowing I do not have to go work.


Singing birds, a hovering hawk that screeches,
Two old folks playing checkers,
A lady in the thrift shop after she finds a bargain,
Being alive, yes indeed.


 

© Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)

 


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