I spent my life on books on how to live
Then when death was near I really did
I saw the little smile on my friend’s face
I saw the shining eyes, the lost embrace
I gathered up these books and threw them out
I wasted time in thought and curious doubt
Let’s leave our heads alone and use our sense
To hear a bird sing to enthrall his spouse
To see a swallow dip and fly away\
To see a little orange butterfly
Sailing like a flower across the sky
The silken skin of children and their glee
When father stops to show them the cat’s flea
The smile of mother, her security
Containing all their woe transformed and free
To gather in sweet memories of joy
Noone else can know what our life ‘s for