He Makes Happiness

Some of lifes simple joys

He makes happiness
In a little place down on Broadway
His happiness shop
The air smells like pumpernickel
The linoleum floors are always clean
So clean
You can see Yourself
Smiling
Back
He makes happiness
Lathered in thick mayonnaise
Wrapped tight in tortilla
Powdered in sugar
With
A
Cherry
On
Top
He makes happiness
For the mom with the two
Impatient children
Tugging
at
her
dress
He makes Happiness
For old Mrs. Brown
Who comes in every Sunday
With
Her
Old lady
Perfume
He makes happiness
For the business man
That has places to be
People to see, things to do
That Seems to Have no Time
For
Me
Or
You
He makes happiness
That’s just what he do
With the glint in his eye
Sweat on his brow
Hop
In
His
Step
He makes happiness
In a little place down on Broadway
His happiness shop
The air smells like pumpernickel
The linoleum floors are always clean
So clean
You can see
Yourself
Smiling
Back

Reviews

[dave]

Awesome! It reminds me a bit of an E. E. Cummings poem. I giggled at 'Old lady perfume'. You did a really good job of putting the reader in the poem.

[Bexfinch]

:) yay I love you David

[Donald Meikle]

how many people look and don't see?
That's what poets do.
Tell it like it is.
Well told.

[Kenzie Morg]

I adore the continuation of the description of the shop in the ending, it planted the emotions and ideas that the poem gave, and left a warm happy feeling. This poem transported me to this happiness shop.

[Nick.B]

Interesting, felt the passion and emotion...great job

[lia]

awesome i felt like i there while reading it and smelling the pumpernickle

[Carolann Dowsett]

I love this makes it so real I want to go there.