I've had my share of necessary losses,
Of dreams I know no longer can come true.
I'm done now with the whys and the becauses.
It's time to make things good, not just make do.
It's time to stop complaining and pursue
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
I used to rail against my compromises.
I yearned for the wild music, the swift race.
But happiness arrived in new disguises:
Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace.
Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
I'll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory.
It seems the woman I've turned out to be
Is not the heroine of some grand story.
But I have learned to find the poetry
In what my hands can touch, my eyes can see.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
Young fantasies of magic and of mystery
Are over. But they really can't compete
With all we've built together: A long history.
Connections that help render us complete.
Ties that hold and heal us. And the sweet,
Sweet pleasures of an ordinary life.
Such a wonderful inspiring poem......When we are fed up with questions and ridicule answers we write such a fantastic poetry.
What a marvelous piece of English poetry is this. It shows us how to derive pleasure out of small things achieved in life and not to rant about broken dreams and failures. I'm done now with the whys and the becauses. It's time to stop complaining and pursue The pleasures of an ordinary life.
Sweet pleasures of an ordinary life! The poem so resonates in my heart, being an ordinary person, having quite an ordinary life! A nice poem of day!
I'll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory. ...... But I have learned to find the poetry ..... Ties that hold and heal us. And the sweet, Sweet pleasures of an ordinary life..... greatly glorified the poetry
Beautiful poem in praise of the' sweet pleasures of an ordinary life'. I like the way Viorst deconstructs a kind of epic, hackneyed Romanticism throughout the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many years ago I copied this poem into my journal because it sounded so real to my experience. Three months ago my husband of nearly sixty years died. And once again these words echo truth in my heart: 'Young fantasies of magic and of mystery Are over. But they really can't compete With all we've built together: A long history. Connections that help render us complete. Ties that hold and heal us. And the sweet, Sweet pleasures of an ordinary life. ' Thank you, Mrs. Viorst
The comments of Mrs Virginia Prickett are really heart touching. It shows the depth and the veracity of the poet's experience as narrated in the poem. Thanks.