It is those myriad little things
Which true contentment often brings.
The rowan, and the chestnut trees
What treasure could compare with these…
On paths, you walk where reveries led
Unhappy thoughts are easily shed.
Your marriage, and the children born
When summers stretched two-seasons’ long.
Those joys and sorrows we all share
What special memories linger there…
The primrose in the garden grows
Whose beauty for your eyes unfolds.
The water lilies will blossom soon
Cast off all thoughts of Winter’s gloom.
By the Eden’s meandering path
It seems, this Life, will ever last.
Enjoy the moment -that’s all there is
What more could any one have wished?