Contentment Poem by Paul Reed

If the world was pure
With no more tears
Living without fears
Worry no more endure,
And the setting sun
Really meant the day was done;

If the heart of man
Beat strong and true
No lies misconstrue
Or ending began,
And the gathering storm
Only let clear skies form;

The future not be daunting
Remove our vision of bleak tomorrow
Banish all our sorrow
No lonely places haunting,
Misery and dread absent
Then we could be content.