In a Perfect World

The sun would not forget to shine Unless I bid it so And rain would only fall on days When I’ve nowhere to go Each Winter is a long weekend With Christmas in between And Spring each Monday comes around To keep the senses keen The Summer comes each Friday night And stays till Sunday tea And Autumn in it’s glory Every weekday in between Disease would be a sentence passed To enemies of peace And pain prescribed to those for whom The warring will not cease The heart would be worn as a hat For all around to see All acts of kindness etched in gold And shining clearly The war on want would fade to nought And need would be no more The men at arms redundant As there’s nothing to fight for And riches are now measured By the twinkles in your eyes Full honour paid not to the wealthy But the worldly wise There would be no more sense in toil Nor banks to store your wealth No medicines or hospitals We’d all have perfect health This may not be a perfect world In any single way But if we want to make a difference Love will win the day