Once upon a perfect day
No one will say good-bye
Or stand in a soup-kitchen line
With hollow, hungry eye
No one will fill their greedy lips
With bread torn from the poor
Then cuss because their padded hips
Were once size twenty-four
Upon this perfect day our hands
Will give instead of take
Duty will ease its stoic demands
For picnics by the lake
Laughter will travel on each breeze
On every mouth, a smile
As we stroll through the hour with ease
And walk a second mile
No one will kiss another’s love
Or steal a child’s first bloom
Each lonely child will have a hug
And somewhere to call home
We all will take the time to pray
No one will fight or yell
And all our pain will melt away
And all the sick be well
Once upon a perfect day
Sweet peace will deck this sod
As bombs and guns are put away
With faces turned to God
Then bitterness will be subdued
And hate vanish away
As hearts o’er-flow with gratitude
Upon this perfect day
Today's prompt; Once upon a...
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!