The Sacred Art Of Tranquility Poem by Charles Hancock

If I had a college degree
In the sacred art of tranquility
I'd wake each morning
After a night of heavy snoring

Kiss and whisper to my bride
While she lay on her side
Sweet nothings in her ear
And watch the celestial sphere

We'd bask in its golden glow
With a cup of fresh joe
Watch it rise over the skyline
Just me and my valentine

I guess I don't need the college
Just my wife and a little cottage
You can call me a dreamer
Maybe I am a bit of a schemer

This is how it's to be in my life
Peace, love, and without strife
Growing old will be our joy
Me and my own Helen of Troy