If Ever It Were Easy
If ever it were easy, my life would be full.
I would have the house in the forest among many hills; the children of plenty playing through the trees.
I would have much to give away and much to give my family.
I would have shelves of a thousand books on top of shelves of a thousand more books.
Food, cats and laughter would be plenty.
Bonfires in the back yard would be the tale of night.
Stories would be read wherever there was time – always.
Nothing would be difficult, would be challenging, would be dull.
Life would be wonderful, life would be well.