Simple Gifts
by Freddy Bosco

My merry chase has led me far from the source of my own happiness.
In paddocks, in cities so large people grew cruel and vicious, even those nominally devoted to love and peace.
I have looked in temples, I have looked on mountain tops and in penthouses and just when my mind took me to the very verge of giving up on life, someone came to show me what I was.
Looking for what could be found within me. Here, inside, resides that feeling, known by many names, which nourishes me.
My habit of reaching out is an old one, so, betimes, I forget and lurch, hoping by gaining some ornament to smile.
Clearing the clutter of sorry trinkets, I am reminded so many times to look for the money under my pillow.