A Simple Life

I yearn to return to a simpler life,

of hard work, sweat and toil,

of simple pleasures - a lonely stroll in the eve,

weighed more in sombre yawns than strife.

I yearn to go past pithy greed,

past material things no place to hide,

past petty thoughts no need to heed,

for more time dipped in wholesome deed.

I yearn to return to the sombre past,

of friends and family, not money and time,

of joy and tears, not pride and hurt,

No wants nor needs only love thats vast.