What is happiness?

Happiness – what is it all about?
Is it the sound of hearts of love,
Or union of people in a farce?
The friendship shared, or maybe
Family of which you've always cared.
Or could it be the sound of rain,
That's fallen on the pavement.
Perhaps that's just a bitter statement.
Is happiness a lot to ask of one?
Could it be given? Could it be done?
A lot of questions gathered in my head,
Of a single word or feeling, what can be said?
The words of people won't reach my ears,
Their explanation isn't clear, should I shed tears?
Perhaps one day I'll find my own,
This feeling of composure, as "happiness" it's known.
And when I'm old and wrinkly, I hope I will reflect
On all those happy memories, my mind then will select.

Happiness doesn't choose us. We choose to be happy.