Finer Things

It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most.. though list grows shorter with each passing day thoughts align in proper time as desires sway storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter, and chicken salad on toast. To be true others may find want of finer things. fancying first class flight or latest in 'lectric cars, refined tastes in Nanterre brioche or imported caviars yet never replace good company a heart brings. As winter closes, and spring finds its way home, eternally grateful for all new pleasures won give thanks warm day's return in rising and setting sun yet alone, to bygone days my thoughts may roam. Yeah, there'll always be chicken salad and sunsets.. perhaps a slice of keylime pie or two. When I look back to a wonderful past, what I'll miss most is you.