Easy As a Peach Pie Eaten
Who proclaims that being busy,
Is as easy as a peach pie eaten.
And...
Who declares that happiness,
Takes no effort to possess?
And who is it that says these things,
From the comfort of a rocking chair?
When all that's done is a rock with a stare.
As dust sits beneath it,
With reminisced wishes right there.
Who proclaims that being busy,
Is as easy as a peach pie eaten.
And...
Who declares that happiness,
Takes no effort to possess?
And how about those who live life,
Excited with this gift.
While others say their lives are charmed,
But those burdens unseen still exist.
'How is that done? '
It's a mind thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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