THE GOOD LIFE - ã 1999

Rolling waves break on the shore,

Lapping the sand and shingle once more,

I look out to sea, as a gull cries on high!

Then dives for a fish, in the blink of an eye

To feel as free as a bird on the wing,

It must feel good to soar and sing!

Yes you can fly, see as far as you care,

But there have to be drawbacks, up there in the air.

                                                                       

All beings have their limits,

As well as their gains,

So a seabird can fly,

But on land I’ll remain!

I’ll just have to paddle,

Instead of making a splash,

If I was meant to have wings,

I’d find them on my back!

We should all be contented,

With our lot in life,

Make the most of what’s given,

It can save all the strife!

I’ll walk along the seashore,

And look out to sea

I’ll think that yes I’ve a good life,

And I know so has he!