Happiness Overflow Poem by Margaret Alice

Something wonderful happened to the sun,
the bleary red-eyed winter sun, looking like
an alcoholic old man, was touched by spring,
the old man left and suddenly a silver-clad
bride appeared, she is radiant and paints silver
lines everywhere, she laughs and sparkles and
gurgles every morning on our way to work, she
leaves me speechless with delight, she oozes
champagne and happiness, I get goose-bumps
as I see the newly decorated world, ready for
a new season of fun and bright, bright sun; even
my sun-glasses are growing weak, I’ll have to
find a new pair with which to combat the sun’s
sparkling might; next week we’ll be at the sea
and watch this splendid young bridal sun rise
over the ocean – I wanted to work today, close
my eyes to youth and beauty, but luckily I read
that our main job on earth is to radiate love –
I love the way the sun radiates love to me, now
I feel like radiating love to everybody, soon we’ll
leave on a bus to visit Kingsley, my smile growing
wider, I’ll see my friend the sun again and look at
the new den where my books, computer, fairies,
mermaids and I will build a new nest and try to
frustrate a few colleagues into new joy and delight –
oh, glorious life, now that I’ve found thee, I can’t let
thee go, my happiness is running into overflow!