I think I could turn and live with animals, they’re so placid and self contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.
–Walt Whitman
Left as a comment by Karen 5.0.
Thank you, Karen. Whitman always does it for me.
Poem of the Month 
This is a beautiful poem. It should be mandatory reading for every human being…
it is very thoughtful! very sensitive wording… in the depth of poetry and the width of literature, it bring forth the music of our souls!