MY HAPPY PLACE

MY HAPPY PLACE

I may be stooped and hunching and drooling at the mouth,
I may be stiff and shaking, my motor skills gone south.

But that won’t keep my heart from singing praises to the day,
I am going to my happy place, where safe inside I’ll stay.

I am a walking pharmacy, dependent on my pills,
Yellow and white oval disks that mask my myriad ills.

But that can’t dim the light within, that peaceful diamond glow,
For I am in my happy place, from where all blessings flow.

I may be cross and bitter when my mood could use a lift,
But to see that glass half full of cheer is a sweet and tender gift.

When the day is hot and sweltering, I consult my inner cool,
I find it in my happy place, where the streams come trickling through.

The world around may wear a frown, the gusses may be gloomy,
But safe inside my happy place, no harm will e’er come to me.

I sweep away my errant thoughts with my magic mental broom,
And the jukebox in my happy place blasts forth a joyful tune.

I may be prone to weeping and predisposed to sorrow,
But practice soon makes perfect so I’ll build a grand tomorrow.

I’ll wake to greet the sunrise, sing my praises to the day.
Holed up in my happy place, where safe inside I’ll stay.

-Bruce Potts
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