Why must there be a beginning or end?

Isn’t it better to just let life blend?

A potpourri of senses past, future, and now

After tasting pain, pleasure’s sweeter somehow.

Life is on going with no time to start over

And I really don’t want a new bed of clover

For if miles of sweet blossoms were all I could see

I’d probably die of monotony!

Raking leaves,

Petting a dog,

Riding a bike, out for a jog,

Washing the car, squirting kids with the hose,

I'm pleased to be one of those!

Garage sale today,

 Exchanging smiles was nice,

The street lined with pines, I went down twice.

Laughter of children,

Song of a bird,

They've been there before, but today I heard!