Happiness. It's relative.
I bought new socks tonight
Surreptitiously
Because I have so many socks already
It seems excessive to buy more
As if the pile of socks in my drawer
Was found wanting
Insufficient, lacking
Colorless, bland, washed-out
The new socks are florid, flowered
I imagine them peeking out
Surprising lookers at black pant legs
Who underestimate my style
Great for the season:)