The Humble Rock Dove

This poem is inspired by passing a man teaching what appeared to be his son to ride his bike. It inspired me so I wrote this:

When I see a kid learn,
To ride his own bike,
With a father or a friend,
My gratitude soars,
And my blood turns warm.

I journey on about a mile,
And I’m looking at the sky,
Happiness in my mind,
A sparkle in my squinting eye.

Death hasn’t taken us yet,
Just yet.
When the sky then opens up,
I get wet but not upset.

This stanza goes out,
To those with mental health,
Maybe down on luck,
Or maybe on their wealth,
There’s a time coming,
None can tell you where or when,
You’ll take the stabilisers off,
And won’t need them on again.

Look out for signs of joy!
And find the bigger picture,
Happiness isn’t something that left you,
It’s a mindset,
Sometimes,
You must choose,
If you feel it didn’t choose you.

It’s a force,
Then a choice,
Then a habit,
Then you forget about it,
And you think you don’t still have it.
Till you see it.
And you grab it,
Or you get reminded of it,
When you finally see,
Mini miracles at work,
That’s what it is to be happy.