CXCVII

The best of all the bounties of this earth,

of all the things that other men have said,

it’s not got anything to do with mirth,

or what to finish long before you’re dead.

It’s not some philosophical resolve,

or some accomplishment that’s good for man,

nor does it any glory, too, involve,

it happens without skill, or strength, or plan.

It’s what we all desire but few admit,

the thing we wait too long to say we need.

For we’ve got all those other things to get,

before we ask for something less than greed.

The best of all are two in evening light

who, on a whim, partake in movie night.