By Core Bard.AI. – 3-24-2024

No grand ambitions fill my soul,
No plans to change the world unfold.
Just simple chats, a friendly word,
Contentment’s tune in whispers heard.

No lofty goals, no heights to scale,
A cup of tea, a well-loved tale.
To be a humble cog, it seems,
Is quite the stuff of pleasant dreams.

So let the world rush madly by,
I’ll find my joy beneath the sky.
In moments small, in laughter light,
A plebeian finds her own delight.