I’ve often thought that life would be
A picnic ‘neath an apple tree
Or cottage with white picket fence
Set in a garden filled with scents
Perhaps a seaside path that winds
Along some beach the seaweed finds.
That used to be the way I thought
Until my vision soon got caught
Into the lessons life may teach
All we perceive before we reach
That space in time when truth revealed
There’s too much left that is concealed !