It was a 'simple things' day...
For all that life leaves to desire
Much is rendered in return
Its Best, dressed in plain attire
Tendered through lessons we learn
Once upon youth’s restless green days
We were sure that joy was more
Than the commonness of freeways
Leading to home-sweet-home’s door
My, how high we held the future
Life’s best days wrapped in its gleam
Until one day we grew wiser
And began to live the dream
For all that life leaves to desire
It bestows to common kings
Happiness that we acquire
By its wealth of simple things
© Janet Martin