She took me home for lunch and
It was like walking into
The pages of 'House Beautiful.'
Over tuna fish I confessed my surprise
Knowing she was not happy.
'Yes, Bill, but I always want more.'
If I could understand this tyrant called 'more'
Perhaps I could help heal the planet a tad
Just a little before leaving
'Enough' might even beccome a holy word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Much wisdom expressed in a very few words. In order to be happy, one must first learn to be content. Take care. As always, Sandra