It was a hot Friday afternoon I set forth on an unknown journey Knowing not what I ran away from Or what my destination would be Life was a bit too complicated It held but little pleasure for me Peace had deserted me long ago Leaving me alone and unhappy I had a career to boast of A plush home and loving family Yet grief found new ways into my heart Filling it with restless self-pity As I drove through parched, arid landscape The sun blazing with ferocity The winds mourning an unknown sorrow Seemed to reflect my own anxiety Something beckoned me to stop awhile As I came by an ancient birch tree For there, in the midst of wilderness All alone, stood a bantam shanty Two children played hopscotch in the yard Laughing with unbridled gaiety While their mother sat at the doorstep Watching them, smiling ever so slightly She was mending a frayed little frock Her gnarled hands must have once been dainty Her sallow face was pale and tired And yet she seemed so very happy! Her weathered face told tales of hardship But her eyes bespoke maturity A faded dress covered her gaunt form And yet she seemed so very happy! Each day must present a new challenge to her Whilst her nights would be fraught with worry How on earth did she make two ends meet? And yet she seemed so very happy! I watched her fingers dart to and fro Suddenly she looked up to see me In her face, puzzled, and yet, smiling I finally found tranquillity The sun set into the distant hills The gentle breeze hummed a melody For the first time in years, I found joy As calm night subdued day's vanity I had missed countless little delights In my quest for great felicity I resolved to savour each moment And smiled at the approaching city |