All that’s Good

If all that’s good stays

And stays for good

So full of idyllic days

Life will be! Touchwood!

A bloom that never can fade

A sun that never can set

A world so ‘for us’ made

As perfect as it can get

As I muse, a murmur

Rises softly to the fore

And says “look around mister!

And know the score

The shades of life together

Do make it worth living

Of equal import each weather

An impending fall or a certain spring

A never-dying good - taints

So take some pain whatever brief

But make no complaints

And turn over a new leaf.”