Simple Pleasures
I used to care about my looks
Never bothered reading books
I used to chase that money tree
Surely then I could be free
I cared too much what people thought
About the many things I bought
I cared too much that I had to be right
Never bothering to be polite
I chased the notion of importance
Whereby I could make a stance
I chased acceptance from richer fools
Thinking it might make me cool
But now I’m older and with a wry smile
I contemplate that flawed lifestyle
Now I’m older it’s crystal clear
We are promised nothing each year
I crave the simple pleasures life serves
There are no special privileges I deserve
I crave nature and all it beholds
I take my time awaiting how life unfolds
The simple things surely matter the most
Those trappings I shall no longer boast
When we are no longer here what shall we miss?
It will be nature, family, friends and a loving kiss.
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2024
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