How happy is happy enough, as he says he is?
Enough to not be depressed, morose, sad, bleak.
Enough to get on with the day, go and do,
accomplish small things, have a laugh, chase the dog.
Enough to enjoy a meal, read a book, sleep and dream,
awake reasonably renewed to face another simple day.
That ought to do it, oughtn’t it? but somehow doesn’t quite.