Be happy when you find a place to sleep
And then your troubles drown in sweet relief,
Where you unite with her and then you weep,
To dream of eating oysters off a reef.
With friends who won’t desert you when you’re sad
And there drink deeply from the joys of life,
When everything is good and nothing bad,
A little money and a little wife,
Escaping to an island paradise,
With clear and warm blue waters and white sands,
That is a dream’s escape just for the wise,
Where one lets go and drifts and maybe mends.
All happiness arrives when least expected,
But only if the yang has been detected.
© Joe Lake
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