Happiness: A poem 

This be much honey in our tea 

even if the race run has no trophy 

An invisible diamond-adorned finger 

Each moment we cherish to linger 

The flight arriving, miraculously, on time 

The beggar’s gracious joy at just a dime 

Mum’s meal reappearing like nostalgia’s wine 

Someone dear telling you: “you are mine” 

What the disheartened do for a touch 

Accepting a little as little too much 

That even a feather is worth a goldmine 

Childhood’s freedom that lasts is divine 

Each day of life being relived like a birthday 

To imagine blessings always coming your way 

In moments, when only sadness holds sway 

talking about happiness all through the day