Heaven

To enjoy infinity in bliss seems a dream untouchable To love without boundries seems a task undoable To hold happiness in the palm of your hand seems impossible Woe to the corruption that has plagued and become inevitable Alas how fickle our lives have strived to become Indeed we seem to measure happiness by many large a home Sad is the day we allow mundane chores to be our cheer And solitude is regarded as a dire and dreaded fear Oh I remember the day when happiness was measured by laughs And laughter seemed the order of the day I remember the days when butterfly hunting seemed an adventurous play And play was what made our day Oh what heaven we held . . a life of untold bliss Subdued I remember my heaven and miss....