Life Was Easy Then
Life was easy, then; Nestled, as we were, Twixt two of Mother's breasts. Life was good, back then, When running water Was a trip to the well, Glass jar in hand. Does the greener grass Always lie behind? Dare we live NOW? Or bank on future 'hows'? Is thought of Blessing, held, Enough? © 2006 Shamsujim§ Sign in to see full entry.