Simple Pleasures

I used to care about my looks Never bothered reading books I used to chase that money tree Surely then I could be free I cared too much what people thought About the many things I bought I cared too much that I had to be right Never bothering to be polite I chased the notion of importance Whereby I could make a stance I chased acceptance from richer fools Thinking it might make me cool But now I’m older and with a wry smile I contemplate that flawed lifestyle Now I’m older it’s crystal clear We are promised nothing each year I crave the simple pleasures life serves There are no special privileges I deserve I crave nature and all it beholds I take my time awaiting how life unfolds The simple things surely matter the most Those trappings I shall no longer boast When we are no longer here what shall we miss? It will be nature, family, friends and a loving kiss.