Happy
Happy is buying a puppy.
Bringing her home and naming it Muffy.
Happy is riding a horse in the field.
Early in the morning as sun ray slowly build.
Happy is never getting down when the rain comes in.
But instead running out and dancing like sin.
Happy is a cool summers night, and a warm sunset.
And curling up with love of your life with no thought of debt.
Happy is yours to hold if you wish.
But released will swim away in this world, like a fish.
Happy is mine I hold to it tight.
Because I know without it, the world, wouldn't be quite as bright.
Copyright © Abbygail Giordano | Year Posted 2016
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