Pay No Heed

Harness the sun on a tropic isle, A shaded nook to dwell. Perhaps, a book or two as well, Pay no heed to grey lands of woe, For what its worth, When rain pours, Pelting edifices doused and damp, Pay no heed when toes wriggle The soft sand of a golden beach. Pay no heed where cars honk horn And wheels speed by Spraying passers-by, On dreary wet days, When children play with mud and clay And mothers fret in disarray, On cold wet winters day. When I'm old and a little grey, Like the lands far away, My naked feet will tread a beach, Splash a salty sea, Tremble in a loving breeze, Give scant thought To the old north land, Blissful and content To be so far away.