Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures

Poem by Iris Carden

Life has simple pleasures
that never should get old,
sneaking ice cream before dinner,
and a favourite story told.

The swing you rode as a child
when you almost reached the sky,
is still fun if you ride it,
with greying hair and bleary eye.

A colouring book or a game,
made for someone under ten,
is also fun for grandparents
to enjoy now and then.

And who said plasticine,
poster paints, or paper mache
were only for the children
when adults want to play?

Adults' days get dreary,
when tied to the daily grind.
It's far too easy to forget
we also need to unwind.

Surrounded by work, and bills,
responsibilities, and strife,
don't forget to take time for
the simple pleasures of life!