“It’s a gift to come down, where you ought to be
I think of all those times that I dreamed of traveling the world. Oh! To tour Europe to my heart’s content! How great to take a leisurely circumnavigation or travel all around North America. So many places to see, great places, beautiful places! Buy that lottery ticket!
Then, every once in a while one of those voices in my head (who, occasionally, has some very sage advice to offer) reminds me of something like the old Shaker Hymn “Simple Gifts”:
It’s a gift to be simple, It’s a gift to be free, It’s a gift to come down, where you ought to be
I look out from my front porch.
My head still works (mostly). My hands still work (mostly). Life ain’t so bad.
P.S. Check out that old Chevy