Is pretty wide open.
Don’t ask for too much,
Perhaps some sunshine
And the whiff of a gardenia…
Don’t expect too much,
As it may lead to disappointment
Self-created. That’s a long road.
Any good day above ground
I am reminded…
The rest is gravy,
Frosting on the cake.
Clearly we have been offered such
I’ll take the song of a bird nearby
And the thought of seeing your smile,
The rest is pretty wide open.