Me He Made a Dreamer

The day of life is brief and I do waste what time is mine
In sentimental musings with my thoughts in serpentine.
The worldly ways are naught to me and business seems a bore,
I seek to know what lilies think and what the stars are for.

When I walk the city streets where people sell and buy,
I contemplate the silly jest and seek the butterfly.
In money, news and politics, interest have I none.
My thoughts are rapt in poetry and lying in the sun.

I’ve never wanted land or gold, care not a whit for fame.
If I can read and write and think I don’t even need a name.
As long as I have ought to eat and place to lay my head,
I’m happy leaving greater cares to other fools instead.

When God designed his creatures and placed us here below,
He made some feel responsible and made some just for show.
And me he made a dreamer, without a worldly care,
And when I’m gone no one will know that I was even there.