Plain Desire

What more can a man want
than to live one life, only one,
in the plain daylight of a land
he calls his own, no part lonesome,
his waking feeding his sleeping,
his hunger feeding his craft,
his work rewarding its customers,
its fruits feeding those he loves,
his years spent finding secrets
and burying new ones,
his imagination steeped in the
world he will leave his children,
his memory smiling at the slowly
aging faces of his companions,
and his seeds planted
where they will grow?