Despising the Quiet Life

We have become so far removed from a quiet life of hard work and satisfaction.

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we have lost touch with origins,
food in the raw without any charm,
eggs laid on a private farm,
butter churned from cream,
vegetables dug and washed in a stream,

we have lost touch with origins,
mending of clothing,
fixing fences decomposing,
starting and stoking a fire,
cooking raw materials with desire,

we have lost touch with origins,
worn from chopping limber,
tired when preserving food for winter,
tending livestock and depleted,
yet satisfied with the work completed,

we have lost touch with origins,
“Those were the old and dark ages,”
“Life is more convenient without those work cages,”
“But grocery stores and microwaves,”
“Must save time. Busy until our graves,”

we have lost touch with origins,
despising simpler days,
favoring a life of meaningless malaise…