Joie de Vivre
Where did I leave my joie de vivre?
Did I put it in a tin?
Is it lying on the doorstep
Of a house I once lived in?
Is it in a dusty attic?
Did I drop it on the stair?
Is its loss just symptomatic
Of a growing lack of care?
If you see it lying idly
By the road or railway track
Will you tell it most politely
That its owner wants it back?
If you’re the one who stole it
Return it please with speed
I require it in my wallet
In this my hour of need!
Trapped in a house, I am in a house trapped by Emil Sands