Slice of Heaven

Because, from a distance, we see things our way,

It's up close we learn, day by day.

Oh, how beautiful it is to keep enjoying the view,

Until the season changes or distance, we strew.

At least we do not have to live the 'ugly it could have been,'

And move on, grow up, a better story to glean.

I know you think it could have been different, true,

But isn't the faraway moon more pretty, a slice of heaven,

Than to struggle, gasping for breath,

On a land so coarse, for seven.