Happiness lives in the house next door And she wears the simplest gowns; Nobody noticed her yesterday When she ironed out all the frowns. There's a laugh in her throat when things go wrong, And she sings wherever she goes, But nobody thinks of her because She wears such common clothes. Poets have sung of her sister, Joy -- She's a lady of high degree; She wears white robes and a rope of pearls And she has such dignity! When the poet passed with his sheaf of song, This is Happiness' alibi: She wasn't out on the street that day -- She was baking an apple pie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT ON A TORSO OF CUPID by MATHILDE BLIND THE CURFEW TOWER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |