It’s a Happy day for
you ‘cause
just got paid.

As you stroll down
the street
whistling a tune
pockets jingle full of
jangle change

Someone waves to you
from your far right…
trip and fall.

As you lay there
Happy whistle
kissing cold and
gray, remember what
your mother said.

You got attention pay,
no one loves you
more than I.

But, face on floor,
a prone position,
makes hard to know
mother’s wisdom is
no help now.

Turn to contemplate
your navel dear and
fuzzy button.

Now a face looms
over head large
lips in smile and
Twinkle eyes gives a
Hand to you.

Who are you, is
a question pushed
to the fore.

The man whose hand
you take, ever smiles
even more and hugs
you close then
“A friend”, he says.

You reach down into
your pockets to pay
the man’s kind.

But when you look
up, high and low
the man is gone and
from far away hear
a Happy whistle.