Happiness

My happiness gets off the bus at five
My hopes and dreams are driving into town
I want to be there seeing it arrive
That face that has removed my constant frown
We do not need to do so very much
So happy just be within his sight
And when the sun has set I’ll feel his touch
His arms will hold me in the darkest night
Tomorrow I will not awake alone
For happiness will be there in my bed
A man to turn my house into a home
A heart to ease the worries in my head
Today I’ll watch the ticking hands of time
Till happiness can put his hand in mine

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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