Funny how we skirt the obvious,
dismiss life's simple ways,
mistaking happiness
for something not worthwhile.
Ever know a farmer disgruntled
to rise before the dawn,
grandma complaining
the quilt's too much to knit,
a woodworker gnashing
his teeth at one more cabinet to turn?
But things less fertile
to the sheepskin promoting
our corporate worth,
like Moses' staff leading
us from bondage of provincial ways
to an eden of material birth:
borrowed freedom for food and roof,
insatiable wants and whims,
to escape on Disney
the starkness of our fate,
empty longings
for a better life.
Copyright 2008 Francis Don Daniels
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