The Richest Life is about the simple life and shared rhythms of friendship, laughter, and resilience amid poverty and impermanence.
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Down by the water where I walked alone,
Folks scrape and smile in the morning glow,
Chasing the salt spray, the fish and the foam,
Building a world from the driftwood home.
Threads of kindness stitch the ragged seams,
Laughter rises like the waking dreams,
What we borrow, we return with grace,
In the quiet pulse of this wandering place.
In the quiet pulse of this wandering place.
Oh, let the tide pull you under slow,
In the rhythm of the waves, let your spirit flow,
The richest life ain't in gold or gain,
But in the simple song of joy and pain.
In the simple song of joy and pain.
Bottles shatter under harvest moon's fire,
Stories tumble like the sparks we inspire,
Dancing on edges where the wild winds call,
Finding our footing before we fall.
Oh, let the tide pull us hand in hand,
In the rhythm of the waves, we make our stand,
The richest life ain't in gold or gain,
But in the woven hearts that ease the strain.
In the woven hearts that ease the strain.
Winds carve whispers on the empty shore,
Echoes linger of the feasts we poured,
In the hush of dawn, the truth breaks free,
Happiness blooms in what we can't foresee.
Oh, let the tide wash the shadows away,
In the rhythm of the waves, we seize the day,
The richest life ain't in gold or gain,
But in the fleeting grace of living unchained.
In the fleeting grace of living unchained.
In the fleeting grace of living unchained.
©2025 Hugh Mungus