I’ve a want to find
The fabric said to tell,
Intends the gift of life,
Hence image as well
That wouldst define,
The inclusion of its hell…
Tho close I realize
This gift to prize,
Be less than easy
To describe,
In simple terms,
For youth’s acuity
Reasons life a gift
Be but a given right,
So to assert saves need
Expose as vital deed,
Thus so on any term…
Since I’ve long lost
A once pubertal vision,
The constant I so yearn
Holds eager to discern
Complete, this gift of life,
Alas in simple terms!
Poetry on a canapé 
I think Jung would like this one.:-)
Ah… a familiar face so to speak, more accurately the written voice of dear lady Paulette Mahurin, one of consequence to say the least, who make a comment on ‘In Simple Terms’ that could be considered ambiguous.
However as the third verse in the piece suggests “Since I’ve long lost, a once pubertal vision” I can but now be positive, and offer the following; Would you not agree…, that there is indeed a good bit of everything in this gift of life, and lest we forget, includes that bit of hell, so that you may find to appreciate the more, the bits of good! I apologize for my long windedness… for my usual is economy of words, as you my have noticed in my poems. But responding to intelligence encourages one avoid abstract that poetry allows or inclines. Thank you for your continued support.
Jean-Jacques Fournier