I yearn for simplicity,

like sitting and watching

a sunset with a fine wine

and a smile that somehow

warms the breeze

that flutters through

my hair and through

the shadowy trees.


Yes, I desire the undiluted

taste of a good red wine

on the delight of my lips,

as the sun takes its final

glance at the happenings

of my sometimes dull life.


And in the simplicity of sitting

and saluting the final act of day,

with rubied glass in hand and

delighted warming peace in heart,

I think to myself that this is

as much as any man should have.