When are you most happy?
I’m never totally happy
I don’t deserve to be
I can’t forget the flaws in me
Or how things ought to be.
But there’s lots of little things
That make the heart feel glad.
A welcoming, impromptu smile
Forbids you to be sad.
Enjoyment in a young child’s face
The world seen through their eyes.
The things that we find commonplace
Delightful, a surprise.
A look caught in my partner’s eye
That tells me she still cares
A small show of affection
That takes me unawares.
A family come together
That don’t meet up enough.
The thrill of clever grandkids
Showing that they’re smart.
The thrill of entertainment
That passes through a crowd
When someone scores a goal or try
Or hits a special note.
The hit of morning coffee
Perhaps a special meal.
Meeting an old friend again
Knowing love is real.
Being out in greenery
Enjoying the fresh air
A spring allotment fresh prepared
All its crops fresh sown.
The special feeling runners get
And call a runner’s high
When everything falls into place
You flow and touch the sky.
There’s no one thing makes happiness
You take it where you can
I try to make the most of life
Not dwell on being sad.
