There is beautiful town south of my mind.
There the lifespan goes to triple digits
The townsfolk hard working, hardy and healthy
It's not an utopia but you do not find anything closer
Employment numbers just off the triple figure range.
The men, after a hard day's work, write ballads for their women
The ladies, being full career women,
play upon a harp in appreciation
Children happily reciting nursery rhymes
Youths engrossed in science
Foreign men and women of faith have visited
Four hundred and eight different faiths
There is not a single church steeple, synagogue or shrine
At the entrance to Delukesville is a plaque.
'IN LOVE WE LIVE, IN LOVE WE DIE', it reads.
Crusaders and false prophets have come and gone.
The townsfolk travel all over the world but always return home with discordant verses.
They no longer look outwards for their livelihoods
Neither do they look to the cosmos
They look to the ground upon which their little town is built.
'Welcome to Delukesville. We don't care what you believe, but what you do in our town'.