Happiest Are The Simplest Poem by Nicholas Neato

I was sitting in gourmet cafe
Where the servings, endless
The grill was always fired up
The lanterns too, were burning restless

We where on the patio
In the summer nights chill
The scent of alfresco hit that air
Smells to which one would feel
The drool running out of mouths
Caused also by quintessential veal
Under that starry sky, in those rustic chairs
We chatted and dined a fine meal

Family, friends, and great foods
There's nothing better on God's great earth
To put the heaviest of hearts, into the lightest of moods