Poems
The key of happiness
Long years I sought, without success
The key to the house of happiness.
I thought this key should be the same
As keys which open doors of fame
And wealth and power. I tried each but
The door of happiness stayed shut.
As years rolled by I tried again
With other keys; but tried in vain.
At last I found the only key
Which worked. It is called charity.
And this key opens wide the door
Of happiness, now and evermore.
MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘THE BARD OF FOREMASS’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.
Charity – love