Peaceful Contentment of the Mind
That we could dance upon the dew dry grass
beneath a bluish sky with little cloud,
we listen to the music grand as brass
as clapping cheered us from the evening crowd.
How quickly we fatigue, age takes its toll,
Returning to a shady place to rest,
we must pay for all pleasures which we stole,
a glass of cold beer will gladden us best.
Red sunset form on the far ocean wide,
silently we trudge to an austere shrine.
We approach silently our heads held high,
enjoying fragrances of the great pines.
Our lives we must mend with much endeavour
pray to the Lord for mercy forever.
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