Contentment Poem by George Ursal Ruiz

A famous book you may not write,
Nor a love song may compose,
Nor paint a scene in wondrous light,
Nor write sweet verse or prose.
For these, most men like you aspire,
To do, to have, to mold,
To seek, to strive, and never tire,
'Til in your life all these unfold,
And yet if fate is not so kind,
To make your dreams come true,
If you can never, ever find,
That which you long to do,
Just lift your head, give thanks to God above,
For just whatever grace your blessed,
And just be glad with what you have,
Rejoice for these and do your best.
For even simple things we hold,
Are priceless, more than all the gold,
And everything seems heaven-sent,
With a mind and heart content.