Simple

I miss the simple ways of days gone by
I miss the simple magic of your sweet smile..

I miss when simply holding your hand was enough
before things for us became so impossibly tough..

I'm tired of complex
I'm tired of worry
I'm tired of anger
I'm tired of hurry

Give me the joy
of a blossoming flower
the simple caress of a cool
summer shower..

Perhaps today I will find some peace
from the pain in my heart
that will not cease..

Can the simple love of an innocent child
erase the scars of a life lived too wild?

Perhaps that simple love is the only way
to help me through these darkest of days....



Words and Image copyright, Scott Scarborough; 2007