No one likes my long stuff, no one wants me serious.
Should I be delirious?
I prefer happiness and joy, I understand.
I danced and listened to the band.
Someone made the instruments, someone wrote the tune.
Someone wrote the song, a Moon in June.
Hear the singer croon.
Nothing comes from nowhere, rain and Sun and air.
Someone built the house you live in, do you need to see the plan?
More or less no is the answer, it began with one man.
A house to love and live in, it is not built on sand.
Care and thought goes in the making of happiness in the land.
The foundation is all important, it is laid down with care.
Yet, when all is said and done, no one knows its there.
1st July, 2017