I know the times are little and short

I know the times are little and short
But I want, to live, to an extent,
While I am here
The bells pealing just faded
Out. The sun reflected through
The sun room! in two flashes,
I looked up, and it was the neighbor
In the house above, opening his window,
Head out into the blue sun morning.
This man had contentment and settledness
And pleasant apathy on his swarthy face,
I admit that that was his full countenance
From my perspective, aspected on him,
To me, and I like his life. Envy
Isn't a vice in this case:
For I am so far away from indifference.
Rather I just don't care.

Anatol Cordua © 2017