What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

No Master by William Henry Davies~1872-1940

Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand

Is under no proud man’s command;

There is no voice to break my rest

Before a bird has left its nest;

There is no man to change my mood,

When I go nutting in the wood;

No man to pluck my sleeve and say-

I want thy labour for this day;

No man to keep me out of sight,

When the dear Sun is shining bright.

None but my friends shall have command

Upon my time, my heart and hand;

I’ll rise from sleep to help a friend,

But let no orders strangers send,

Or hear the curses fast and thick,

Which in his purse-proud throat would stick

Like burrs. If I cannot be free

To do such work as pleases me,

Near woodland pools and under trees,

You’ll get no work at all, for I

Would rather live this life and die

A beggar or a thief, than be

A working slave with no days free.