It Is

It's nice to be sure
That when you leave for a while
You will soon long for
That welcome home smile.
It's good to realise
Whether near or far
There'll be those deep brown eyes
Wherever you are,
And feel happy to entrust
All that you own
When you really must
Be left all alone.
It's cheering to be sad
Just for an hour,
Putting pen to a pad
And draw a red flower.
It's beautiful to know
You're being followed around
Wherever you go
Yet not hear a sound.
It must be beautiful
To be
Beautiful. 

 

30 March 1971