pomes of buddy don: As Simple as Sleep

As Simple as Sleep

If you thirst to death, water to drink
Is better than the richest home on earth –
And if your hunger brings you to the brink
Of dying, then a meal fills you with mirth.

If you need to relieve your bowels or bladder
Not even joys of sex can feel so good –
If you cannot breathe, air becomes the matter
That trumps all pleasure: this is understood.

And if you have been sick for days on end
Or if your body has been beaten, broken –
Then when you feel your body’s on the mend
The joy is greater than can ere be spoken.

The greatest pleasures in this life are those
As simple as, when sleepy, just to doze.

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