Easier Love. Poem by Fay Slimm

Weeks become seasons, but in no mad rush.
Leisurely pleasured, life has become thus
That, comfortably rising, deciding our day,
We work for a while, then take time for play.
Days often divided between just these two
Quietly pass warmly, between me and you.
One thing is common, and can't be detered.
Whatever involves us, some laughter is heard.

When life is made merry each day can be fun
We make sure of a laugh before the day's done.
Believing that smiling should medicine be
A sense of good humour is tops we agree
Time was we would row, not speak for a day.
Huffing with pride, not a word would we say.
But silver years taught us time passes by.
Once gone, years embeded a code we could try.

So good humour became our ultimate aim.
Love gets pleasant by making it life's earnest game.
Play your part, work for love, and pray often too.
Give out smiles, unacceptable frowns will not do.
Whatever beguiles us we make it our claim
To treat testing occurance exactly the same.
When day draws to close we review before bed
Our refusal to let blues in, we make peace instead

Let's make love not wage war, life's not meant for fight
Does it matter who's wrong, or who's in the right?
Show the world war can never work, nor ever it should.
Love starts at the hearth, to achieve brotherhood.
We must learn to give as we live, brush up our smile,
For smiling when hurt creates love that's worthwhile.
Pleasant loving costs nothing but can help us to see
From results, how easy real love must be.