A pocket full of happiness

A pocket full of happiness
is what you need, I say
to walk down streets and say hello
to all you meet today

I pocket full of happiness
brings smiles to those you meet
it stretches out your walking stride
and elevates your feet

A pocket full of happiness
if good for all you do
from work to play to sleeping late
and makes the world brand new

A pocket full of happiness
lets all the folks you know
that things all well within your world
or at least they do seem so

A pocket full of happiness
rubs off on everyone
even those living not so happily
and keeps you forever young

A pocket full of happiness
smooths roads that aren't so smooth
makes bumps not so much bumpy bumps
and elevates your mood

A pocket full a happiness
I hope you've got one now
so, see you later on my friend
goodbye, good smiles and ciao




@johnfklee

Weathers lines

Weathers lines crossed his face

Leathered skin rough to embrace

Misty eyes from dawn to dusk

Shaking off a day's worth dust

The cowboy wears his work on those

Shoulders sore and hunched and bowed

Roughed up arms and callused hands

Hourglass always low on sands

One leg hitches when he walks

Thoughts spoken slowly when he talks 

Don't dismiss his far'way gaze

Your bad weeks are his bad days

But what he does before you wake

Sometimes cause his hands to shake

Pull down tight on rein and rope

Like Pandora's box, there remains just hope

One day he'll take his final ride 

Hope finds a love there at his side

A love whose time was to abide 

Take place love and hate of things rawhide

I swear

I swear that if she doesn't grab me and kiss me and hold me tight...

I'll...

Non committal

I'll walk away

Afraid to commit

I'll grab her myself, sweep her up in my arms and kiss her as no man has or will ever kiss her. 

A true gentleman

Ladies, name your poison. 

Beautiful

You are beautiful

In word and breath

In spirit and flesh

Both far and both near 

In sleep or astir

Swiftly

Swiftly he walked 

Through crowds of crows

Dark eyes met dark

He leaned forward into his gate

Walking from his past

To present

To future

He strode faster eyeing the horizon

Each step carrying him

Somewhere he had never been

Each heel lift releasing 

A last hold on his immediate past

Wet pavement or brick or sand

Grass or dirt or stone

His shoes leaving impressions on some

And no trace of his passing on others

Only receiving wear and tear 

Friction and abuse from those surfaces

Not one of them

Not even sand or grass offering any renewal

But forward still he walked

Looking back less and less with each stride

Swiftly now

E're time would catch him

Consume him if he stopped 

He did not presume to outrun

Or out-walk time

But only to stay ahead 

Not let it catch him

Pass him by as he shifted 

Side to side

Shuffled 

Walking in circles or yet

Afraid to take that next step 

He moved

Swiftly through crowds and open spaces

Past homes and offices and down streets 

As the crows watched from their perches 

Or from the ground as they fought over carrion

He mostly ignored them

Those dark

Black eyes 

No soul behind them

Only darkness 

That he could not allow to catch him

That darkness 

Those crows

He walked from, swiftly

©johnfklee

Airports

I've sat in those chairs

Too many times

I've shuffled my feet through

Too many lines 

Hard concrete floors

And far too thin carpet

All marching like drones

As they fall from the parapets 

In too many airports

I've spent too many days

Spent nights roaming corridors

In a bone-tired haze 

Awaiting a journey

That may not or it may

Slow unmoving waits

At the end of long day

We travel for pleasure

For work or for need

We leave behind loved ones

Pray return with true speed