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If I Were Happy 


If I were happy
I would spend my days dancing down the pavement
With a coffee cup in hand
Being careful not to spill the contents as I paraded along
With a grin bright enough to rival the sun
And enjoy the look of annoyance
From the old lady across the street
Who doesn’t seem to know why I am so chirpy


If I were happy
I would dress myself in clashing colours every day
And revel in the knowledge that I was the talk of the town
With my chartreuse jumper
And vermillion skirt
And a crimson hat jauntily placed upon my head
Like a walking string of fairy lights
Bright and shiny


If I were happy
I would wake every morning at the crack of dawn
And kiss my lover hello
And jump out of bed and start my day
Knowing it would be a good one
Every
Single
Time
And I would never lie in the comfort and warmth
Wishing for a few minutes more
Because nothing good would come from lying in bed and wasting the day


But I am not happy
I am not sad, but I am not happy
I spend my days in muted greens, walking round in silence
No skip in my step and no lady to stare
No coffee to spill and no smile to grin
And the sun doesn’t even come to say hello
And I wish for my bed, for the comfort and warmth
For those few minutes more
And I kiss my lover goodbye
Knowing it will be an okay one, an alright one

Every
Single
Time.