Whichever Way You Choose To Be Happy

Whichever way you choose to be happy is fine As long as you respect who I am and what’s mine Age is nothing, just a strangely crafted number As long as you don’t let your zeal for life slumber There are so many poor men, endlessly aching to be rich But better is a drunkard who lays peacefully in his ditch His snores are a sermon life is trying to preach Enjoy the moment, never mind what you can’t reach Whichever way you choose to be happy, it’s your choice As long as you respect who I am, and hear my voice Age is nothing, just memories clustered in a dust bin It doesn’t matter who you are, or where you have being So you have problems, so does everyone else you know Danger is somehow reaped, whichever seed you sow So in the midday sorrow sun, let not your shadow show Just smiles at strangers, and let your face glow Whichever way you choose to be happy, feel not guilty As long as you hurt not others or ignore their beauty Age is nothing, just days melted away by the sun Don’t let the sun also melt away your fun The rich have their gold locked away in castles Might men may stand tall and boast in their muscles But true peace is the squeeze of toils and hustles When your ears can hear the singing of the sparrows Whichever way you choose to be happy, chose now And life will take care of you somehow Age is nothing, just experiences recorded in a diary Enjoy the day, and too see the next one, don’t hurry