Elusive Happiness Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Happiness, elusive like the wind blowing free,
Soul, soaring mountain high to where eagles fly
Coming and going like migrating birds,
And sounds of echoing peals of church bells
The soft sighs of old people for what they have lost,
Memories of love and hot passions of youth
Never to be relived again with blood racing
With road ahead now short and leading to the grave.
Never knew when I was truly happy and radiant
Until it was gone leaving the heart to grieve.
Oh, but how I would have kept that happiness safe
Never to be lost amid furies from purple storms.
Once, I was supreme without pressure of passing time
And through my own foolish folly lost all to loneliness.