One night whilst walking home alone.

A drunken man came into sight

His walking was loose hips and made for a fun sight.

At first I thought of turning and walking the other way.

Then the man started rolling and his hips began to sway.

I stayed on track best foot forward, just don't look him in the eyes.

If you keep walking right on past and as fast as you can go, I began to internalise, don't look back and don't walk too slow.

I felt as though I was worldly wise and not a young fool who had just left school.

Then the unthinkable happened.

We were level with each other, my heart began to race at such a heavy pace.

I raised my fists in self defence. He laughed and sang a song Waltzing Matilda was the name, then he wandered on.

I looked back as he passed me by, loosy hips swaying from side to side.

Not a care in the world, nothing to hide.

Just a happy drunk on his way who knows where.

I wish I was a happy drunk I'd like to have no cares but for now I wander aimlessly from Town to Town, looking over my shoulder at who may be around.

Waiting in the wings for the next Happy Drunk who sings, maybe the next one will fancy himself with me in the rings.