Are You Happy / His Tie Was Stained

Are You Happy / His Tie Was Stained

In line waiting to pay / the man in front of me at the end of sixty /
with a fine head of white hair / but age had a good hold on him / his
suit looked affluent in quality and better days / now threadbare where
it mattered
I asked him...
Are you happy?
With clear blue eyes staring past...
Of course I'm not happy
Of course I'm not...

Some men have travelled better
and his tie was stained