POEMS: “A plain life” by William H. Davies

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A Plain Life

No idle gold — since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.

No prescious stones — since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where’er I go.

No lifeless books — since birds with their sweet tongues
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.

No painted scenes — since clouds can change their skies
A hundred times a day to please my eyes.

No headstrong wine — since, when I drink, the spring
Into my eager ears will softly sing.

No surplus clothes — since every simple beast
Can teach me to be happy with the least.

by William Henry Davies

4 Comments Add yours

  1. PaperKutzs says:

    too cute yet funny

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I am glad ot hear that you enjoyed it and had fun with it! 🙂 ❤

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  2. LindaP says:

    So loved this poem Amira!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Linda! Yes, it helps to put things in perspective…<3

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