Claire V. Bogdanos

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 !