On Learning Life's Greatest Simple Truth

 The older I get I find I want much less of things,

but much more of love

Today's Poetic Bloomings Prompt: something I have learned

To learn its utter worth, firsthand

We must tenderly miss

Someone we love to understand

How truly dear love is

I, if my mind is wide awake

Should always have enough

With a small loaf of bread to break

And somebody to love

Then, should the curse of complaint find

My mouth, oh Lord, reprove

Lest in my greed, wide-eyed and blind

I never learn to love

Love is life’s sweetest, sacred prize

Ah, pray we do not wait

While we trample Want’s paradise

And learn this truth too late
 

To learn its utter worth, firsthand

We must most dearly miss

Someone we love to understand

How beautiful love is

© Janet Martin