Some get “high” on hunting deer, 
some on stress and strife.
Others drink their beer and ale; 
I get “high” on “Life!”
 
Little things can turn me on:
coffee, cake, or pie, 
a red sunset at evening’s end.   
Such things tell me, “Why?”
 
A new road I can drive on,  
the cool breeze at the shore, 
my “high” is like a Christmas rush.
There are many more!
 
The pure sweet taste of chocolate, 
the vows of man and wife, 
earthy smell of fresh-cut grass, 
I get “high on Life!”
 
A new-found friend for visits, 
a letter in the mail, 
a book to read on weekends,  
these things never fail.
 
A snack to eat at table, 
some cream cheese on a knife  
with bagels from the baker,
the greatest “high” is “Life.”