Category: Happiness

Though happiness, elusive, shy,
Dodges folks as slow as I,
Emotions causing souls to quake
We’re fast enough to overtake….

by Ray Romine Sunday, October 6, 1946

Dough won’t buy
Joy, wags predict;
A statement I
Can’t contradict!

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 29, 1950

Happiness!
Dough may not buy it,
But I’ll confess
I’d like to try it.

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 29, 1950

Along the street I take me blithely;
I swing light-heartedly and lithely.

The cares that bother every day
Are at this moment put away.

The troubles of the daily grind
Are happily a mile behind.

The air is fresh; the trees are green;
A small bird sings away unseen.

Right now I do not care who collars
Tax-assassinated dollars.

This zestful walk, this picker-upper,
My sole concern–and what’s for supper!

by Ray Romine Monday, February 25, 1952

“Dough won’t buy
It,” the rich have Jested-
A statement I
Must leave untested.

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 29, 1950

That dough won’t buy
It has been suggested;
Which, perforce, I
Accept untested.

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 29, 1950

We’re told that dough
Can never buy it;
For a million bucks, though,
I would try it.

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 29, 1950

Success is a fine thing; I’d like to achieve it,
But my friends, who know better, would never believe it,
This way they’re convinced–who’s not ready to nail your
Hide to the door when you’re known as a failure?

by Ray Romine Sunday, May 21, 1950