A Rant about Happiness

I have had moments of happiness:

Scratching a mosquito bite aged 8 and watching the blood trickle down my leg
The Summer of 1983
Lighting up in the Milling Shed at 1am
Driving through London at speed late at night in a Ford Cortina
The Summer of 1989
The first pint and the I'm-not-quite-sure-how-many pint
Gazing at Sydney Harbour
My first visit to Bordeaux
Hand in hand at the front of the church facing a bank of cameras
Cuddling a new-born baby (3 moments)
A child's welcome when I come home from work

I was going to have a Rant about Happiness

I've gone off the idea now...

Squatter's Writes

I sometimes wonder whether
If the state of things to come
Results from nothing more
Than the things that I have done

I reach my destinations
Along routes forever weaving
But the reason that I got there
Is a product of my leaving

Whilst I muse upon the toilet
In a quiet and thoughtful mood
It dawns on me my seating
Is a product of my food

Had I chosen not to eat it
And instead drunk lots of wine
I may indeed be standing
At this present point in time

So to take it somewhat further
Moving back along the line
What I did, aged only ten
Reflects my life at nine

And looking to the future
When they put me in the ground
Save the glum expression
And take a look around

Upon the final hour
When Old Nick calls your time
You can rest assured its your fault
A most curious paradigm