One of the newspaper cuttings that I wrote about yesterday that caught my eye was “A recipe for Happiness” it read:-
A cottage neat, a garden trim
but not too large in size,
enough to serve my every whim,
but not to win a prize.
A kitchen clean but not too grand,
An arm-chair that will fit me,
One for the wife, you understand,
And a small one for some “maybe”.
Some work to do, a living wage,
With just a bit beside
To save until a greying age,
To use at eventide.
God with me when I start the day
An ever constant friend;
And, when the hours have gone their way,
God at my journey`s end.
I wonder too what would be others recipes for happiness?