I would love to be so content, even when I lose my truck keys.
Maybe not until heaven.
Here is honored the folk of whom is said to be the glue that holds civilizations together, intact. ~g.w.
IN PRAISE OF SOLID PEOPLE
Thank God that there are solid folk
Who water flowers and roll the lawn,
And sit and sew and talk and smoke,
And snore all through the summer dawn.
Who pass untroubled nights and days
Full-fed and sleepily content,
Rejoicing in each other’s praise,
Respectable and innocent.
Who feel the things that all men feel,
And think in well-worn grooves of thought,
Whose honest spirits never reel
Before man’s mystery, overwrought.
O happy people! I have seen
No verse yet written in your praise,
And, truth to tell, the time has been
I would have scorned your easy ways.
Then I do envy solid folk
Who sit of evenings by the fire,
After their work and doze and smoke,
And are not fretted by desire.
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