And Let There Be No Doubt That I Am a Happy Man
grooveamatic
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And let there be no doubt
That I am a happy man,
Free to roam the sidewalks of this town
At any hour I want
Pausing to glance in the darkened showroom windows
At the walk-in humidors and elgant truffles
Of the specialty shops
That close at nine;
And let there be no doubt
That I am a happy man,
Lazily pacing the floor of my apartment
At noon in my sweatpants
Farting and eating Pop-Tarts;
And let there be no doubt
That I am a happy man,
Reading a book in the park
With my Starbucks coffee and a fresh pack of smokes
Listening to the kids play tag
The sun brighter than a thousand smiles;
And let there be no doubt
That I am a happy man,
Watching seagulls take off and land
Take off and land
In the parking lot
In the lock of mid-December,
Grinning at secret improbabilities.
I am a happy man,
It's true,
And on dark winter nights
(when it gets dark so early
and cold so fast)
I just close my eyes
And imaigine I'm strumming a guitar
Gently strumming an old old tune
On my blue guitar
As the fire cracks and pops an accompaniment
And Dodger, the faithfull Dachsund,
Nuzzles my feet as if he were slippers.
Oh! To be alone and happy,
It is not so hard!
That I am a happy man,
Free to roam the sidewalks of this town
At any hour I want
Pausing to glance in the darkened showroom windows
At the walk-in humidors and elgant truffles
Of the specialty shops
That close at nine;
And let there be no doubt
That I am a happy man,
Lazily pacing the floor of my apartment
At noon in my sweatpants
Farting and eating Pop-Tarts;
And let there be no doubt
That I am a happy man,
Reading a book in the park
With my Starbucks coffee and a fresh pack of smokes
Listening to the kids play tag
The sun brighter than a thousand smiles;
And let there be no doubt
That I am a happy man,
Watching seagulls take off and land
Take off and land
In the parking lot
In the lock of mid-December,
Grinning at secret improbabilities.
I am a happy man,
It's true,
And on dark winter nights
(when it gets dark so early
and cold so fast)
I just close my eyes
And imaigine I'm strumming a guitar
Gently strumming an old old tune
On my blue guitar
As the fire cracks and pops an accompaniment
And Dodger, the faithfull Dachsund,
Nuzzles my feet as if he were slippers.
Oh! To be alone and happy,
It is not so hard!
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
For me, it's more about fooling yourself, or confusing content with happy.
wow...excellent. that means I hit the tone almost right where I wanted to...not a feat I accomplish that often. thanks, fins!
wow...that's a pretty intense compliment...thanks Shiftless! I shall continue!