Sunday, November 1, 2020

Or Pea, or Bean, or Wort, or Beet

It’s said there’s more to a mate
Than spare bare legs in a bed.
You don’t need art on your walls
To grace the eyes in your head.

A plain day, a calm life—
What you get, once you’re pleased
With what you get, proves sweet
As what you’d wished you’d get.