Happy Man

Sometimes I find myself inside A mind of happy man Who does everything all right Much better than I can Owns a house near 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 With his happy mind.