There is, within, a part of us
That hungers for a simpler life,
Forgetting how much work goes in
To maintaining fields and farms
And how little recompense
There is for all that labor.
With time, we learn to make space within
The more complex lives we’ve chosen
To appreciate what might have been
And, driving by, to stop; drink in
The beauty that we pass.
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