For Christmas my Mum bought my 9 year old daughter, Alana, a book of poems that is called âBig Thoughts for Little Thinkersâ. It is wonderful and this poem caught my attention as it is so relevant to everyone.
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Happiness by Daniel Thompson
Nowadays it seems to me,
That happiness is sought,
Amongst the miles of shopping aisles,
Of things we havenât bought.
And it certainly seems suggested,
That should we wish to smile,
We need to buy this something new,
And add it to our pile.
But I believe that something new,
With happiness attached,
May make us happy for a while,
But rarely does it last.
âtil off we dash, with wads of cash,
To find another store,
Searching shelves for something else,
Forever needing more.
A new TV, a fancy bike,
An old antique you thought youâd like.
You buy and buy all day and night,
And though you try itâs never right.
Tomorrow brings another this,
More happiness youâre told youâll miss.
No matter how your pile grows,
Your happy heart just comes and goes.
But Maybe! What if? Just hear me out . . .
Things are not what lifeâs about.
And maybe even, Iâd suggest,
Theyâll never bring you happiness.
Perhaps that feeling that you crave,
Is not in every purchase made.
But from instead the simple things,
That lift you up and give you wings.
Like laughing âtil your sides are sore,
Amongst the people you adore.
Perhaps youâll find the happy part,
Was always there inside your heart.
Perhaps youâll see without a doubt,
Things are things you can live without.
And once thatâs clear, perhaps youâll see,
Youâre as happy as you choose to be.
