Happy Man
Sometimes I find myself inside
A mind of happy man
Who does everything all right
Much better than I can
He has a house by the sea
Breathing coastline air
There he sits, with book and tea
In his garden chair
I can read his book and smell
Cigarette he lits
What a funny little dwell
Is his mind of wits
He mows thouroughly his lawn
Doing what he can
Never in my life I’ve known
Such a happy man
He won’t know about me
And he wouldn’t find
That sometimes this world I see
Through his happy mind.
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