Simple Things....

It seems to me, that simple things

Are the ones with the most meaning.

A well-worn book, a peaceful smile,

Innocent, or so they’re seeming.

Simple foods prepared lovingly,

Served on dishes from generations ago

Pictures of relatives, long since gone,

Cherished still, and missing them so.

Sweeping the floor in the kitchen,

Gathering up papers to recycle soon,

Pinching pennies, saving string,

Nourishing hope, this day in June.

What do I need that I do not have?

What is it that I cannot live without?

My world is full of life’s bounty

I am rich; of that, I have no doubt.

Simple chores, simple living,

Taking care to appreciate it all

The things and people who surround me

Giving thanks daily, for great and small.

Looking at the glass as being half-full,

Thinking about the lessons I would preach,

Not remorseful over that which is not mine,

Or envious of the wealth I will not reach.

I cannot complain about being poor

For I am wealthy beyond all measure,

A simple life, lived simply, is mine,

And the Love given to me to treasure.