For Christine, Something Happy

I'm happy to be alive, and living in this time
I'm happy to live in Manhattan, where I don't have to drive
I'm happy to know, that I have friends who care
I'm happy that I'm 41, and still have most of my hair

I'm happy to have my sight, and that I can hear
I'm happy there's pizza, and tacos and beer
I'm happy there's women, so pretty and nice
I'm happy I'm not married, and haven't been hit with rice

I'm happy to have a friend like you, Christine
I'm happy you're cheerful, and hardly ever mean
I'm happy that you like to dance in the rain
I'm happy that your smile remains the same

I'm happy this poem is over, I'm lazy
If you think I'm really happy, you're crazy!!!