Happiness

after a hard day's work
you keep all things in order
pack up your things
and close the cabinets
make some notes
for tomorrow's work again

you pass by the bakery
buy some cookies
enough for the little money
you save for the day

you walk you way towards home
and there they are
meeting you
by the door in your little house
waiting

your dogs
with tails swaying
hugging your legs
eating your bread.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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