If I could fly from birth to death on the feathery wings
of contentment and could go through life with cares being
smothered by laughter, with worries being chokes into
submission by tranquility, with everyday miracles
replacing everyday chores, with friends always standing firm,
and with foes going out of their way not to get in my way . . . .
If I could only spend all my days
surrounded by good books, good, cheap wine,
sunlight, starlight, the right amount of rain at the right time . . . .
If I could but experience that for a single lifetime,
God, what a dull, dull world it would be.
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