All I’m now
asking from
this life,
is for a
special spot:
somewhere
not too cold,
somewhere
not too hot;
Where the
morning
sun rises,
the afternoon
sun sets;
where I may
tarry my days
in bliss with
no regrets;
Where I can
eat off the land,
or from the
deep blue sea;
praising
Mother Nature
for all she
gives
to me.
No bills,
no worries,
not a care;
living happily
alone;
no Internet,
no TV cable,
no need to
have a phone;
Walk the beach,
ride a bike,
sleep beneath
the stars;
away from
a world gone
mad,
its people, and
their cars;
Read my
vintage book
collection;
write stories
from the heart;
so others may
know of me
long after
I depart.
Is it asking
for too much
to rest awhile
in peace;
to revitalize
this weary soul,
before its body
and mind
decease?