A happy life this be...
If for fruitful ground and a peaceful mind,
Truthful friends and simple thoughts...
If I can trust myself...
When everyone else doubts...
If I can chat...
with Triumph an Disaster on the way...
And know that both are imposters...
If I can savor the simple offerings...
A waft of bread in the oven...
Or from flowers, some honey sweet...
Or rain drops cold on my skin...
Or the lazy dreams at the break of the morn...
If I feel my home calling to me everyday...
And if I can count my blessings before I sleep...
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