Why Can't I Be So Lucky?!

Thumbing through an old issue of Vanity Fair

I stumble across a Lee Miller photograph.

Picnic in Cannes, France 1937.

Three men and two women lounging

In the shade around a low table with

The left overs of food and wine.

All smiles and fun and the women

Are topless and all carefree.

Why can't I be so lucky?

Why can't we have picnics

Half nude in the shade and

All smiles and fun?

What's to keep us from

Really living life today?