Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


Happiness Goes With Her


Her shoulder length brown hair is blowing in the breeze
With herself she is one who does seem at ease
A beautiful young woman untouched by conceit
Young men look at her as she walks on the street
In her early twenties and single in the prime of her life
For some lucky bloke she will make a good wife
Not hard for her to smile and to say hello
The happy one everyone wishes to know
In this town she will not marry, raise kids and go into decay
For she came to here from a town far away
The lure of nostalgia in her young heart is strong
And she will return to where she feel she belong
As nice a person as one could wish to meet
And happiness goes with her along the street.

Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2008
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