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Happiness
Is happening.
Happiness is happening
A bite of pure delight
Fascination and satisfaction
In my soul and appetite
It happens very rarely
And like a shooting star
It can never be captured
Or stored in a jar
Happenings are transient
Fleeting ecstasy
Mysteries that are buried
There for you and me
Happenings lift me up
And they can let me down
One minute I feel I’m the king
Then the next the clown
High as spires in the sky
Lost up in the clouds
Dressed to kill up until
I’m blanketed in shrouds
Up and down a grin and frown
Absolute to near enough
Soft and smooth and slippery
Then there’s other stuff
Beatitude and balance
Sanctity and sin
Rubbish by the roadside
Put it in the bin
Happenings are happening
The stars are lined that way
Attitudes and platitudes
Are here to have their say
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
