A poem by a friend

Happiness House is a happy house,
not because of the warm kitchen
or hot drinks always there,
or even the chickens that run around unaware.

You walk in the door,
hang up your burdens and find a seat,
then you realise Happiness House is the staff
you meet.

We all want to belong, to be needed and loved,
well the staff do all the above.

At times I find it hard to think,
so I pop on down to Happiness House for a drink.

The nicest coffees I've had ever since I was a lad,
Is to be found at a place where smiles adore,

So I thank you that I can walk in the Happiness House door.

By Brett