There is a place – at least I’ve heard it’s real
where everyone is free to feel
that Life is good.
Where everybody has enough
of clothes and food and other stuff
and Life is good.
Where fair is fair and right is right
and quarrels are settled by reason, not might
and Life is good.
Of course there are problems, but people don’t hate,
and there is much to appreciate
and Life is good.
Where is this place? I’d like to know.
If I knew, you and I would go
where Life is good.
I love the idealic feel of this poem. I think the repetition of the two lines “that life is good” “and life is good” “where life is good” in the way that you did it was very witty…almost like a sandwich of words or an answer to the questions of what and where. Your rhyming couplets add a sing-song sound and feel to this wonderful idealistic poem. Well done! I hope you consider submitting this one!