3/16/11

Oh, to be a simple creature,

Left with but a few concerns,

Nature as its only teacher,

Just survival to be learned.

Nothing else to prey upon it,

But the predators at night.

No ambition, no despondence,

No internal mental fight.

Simple creatures do not worry,

Over how much they achieve,

Though we both may hoard and scurry,

Only one of us believes,

That his life is somehow lesser,

That his worth cannot compete.

Oh, to be a simple creature,

Oh, to get a good night’s sleep.