When I was young, Happiness was having All the books I desired on my shelves. When I was making my career, Happiness was finding moments To lose myself in the joy of reading. When I finally found you, Happiness became sharing Our word-fed passions like kisses in our minds.
© mike finn 2016
2 thoughts on ““Happiness” by Mike Finn”
Committing public poetry.
Can’t you be arrested for that type of thing? 😉
The way politics are going… probably.