Finding My Pot Of Gold Poem by Paula Glynn

This heart is filled with love,
I find joy in ordinary things,
Like drinking a cup of tea,
Riding the bus, watching TV,
And I'm starting to realise it isn't just me,
Rainbows are popping up all over the globe,
Hues of colour like a universal glow,
And hands are reaching across the seas,
The land - even the mountains -
To find greatness in beauty,
No one should be born to suffer,
No one stands alone,
For people are finding their own pots of gold,
Where no heart is desolate or cold,
And I reach for my friends,
Knowing this life will be remembered forever,
Like a show on the silver screen,
For life should be a happy dream,
Not a nightmare of deceit,
And I share my wealth with my neighbours,
Even those from Africa and Shanghai,
And there is no bruise to nurse,
For this heart has healed,
And my paradise no one shall steal,
For I have discovered my pot of gold,
All the colours of the rainbow shining bright,
In a blue, blue sky.