He’s one of the world’s
Happiest grandpas
At times he just
Sings and sings
He’s a soul who loves
Each day that’s born
Who loves the rains,
Each field of corn.
Queens and kings
Can not be happier
Than this greybeard
Who has no gold
And pleased as peafowls
He hopes he’ll stay
Until the tired heart
Calls out, “It’s today”.
Comments
mykle | March 20, 2009 - 10:57
I like this celebration of the simple joys of life Shoebox.
However, unaccountably, its lingering effect was to leave me wondering why meat pies are pleased :O)
shoebox | March 20, 2009 - 16:43
Ha. I might change meat pies if I come up with a better word. Any suggestion?
shoebox | March 21, 2009 - 19:22
I changed meat pies to peafowls, which I like. How does it sound to you?