How Lucky We Are Poem by Paul Reed

This busy life, lived so closely
This earth we have been put upon,
Bound together as if one,
From breaking light until the fade
The blackbird's evening serenade,
How lucky we are;

With open minds and open hearts
Rushing rivers to the sea,
We were all meant to be,
In this tempestuous phase
Hurtling through the days,
How lucky we are;

So time has it we must grow old,
Together we accept our fate,
With no loneliness to contemplate
Or regrets to mull,
Only fond memories full,
How lucky we are.