The High of Life

a poem to advocate the enjoyment of our mundane

Hearken o great birds do fly

Listen o how that river cries

 In the stop shan’t we all die?

The high of life sells no lies

 

Whisper too your lover’s ear

Tell her of the love you share

Tell her nay, have none fear

The high of life is always there

 

The open blue sky

The great pastures green

The clouds up a high

The high of life hasn’t been

 

Yay, alas time we have yet

To stay another hour abed

My dear friends perhaps you’ve not met

The high of life lies ahead

 

Take out your shiny new old guitar

Throw down your guns, drop them all round

Dance to the twanging of the sitar

Smell the high of life drifting around

 

Nay say I love thine enemy

Nor say I hate thine friend

It’s been confused in life’s anemone

The high of life shan’t meet end

 

Listen close now, listen dear

Listen I doth have to say

Listen well for all to hear

The high of life shows you the way