The Best of All Possible Worlds
I've walked the Sierra Madre by night,
When the farmers have long since stopped their work,
And nothing moves save the wind through the trees.
By light of dawn I've walked Galway's green fields,
Felt grass, made wet by dew, beneath my feet,
And bathed in streams as clear as gospel truth.
I've roamed the streets of Amsterdam past dark,
Befriended beggars, prostitutes, and drunks,
And slept rough just to see what it was like.
I've scoured the four corners of the Earth,
And lived each day as if it were my last;
I've taken all the cliches straight to heart.
But still somehow I wake up everyday
As unfulfilled as when I first left home,
To search for life in some beautiful place.
So now I think I'll try a new approach,
And make some beauty of my very own.
Come now, let us tend to our own garden.
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Posted Jul 8, 2019, 2:39 AM UTC · edited
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Thanks very much! I'm glad you liked it.
Is there anything you would critique or change?