The Orange

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

— Wendy Cope 

6 Comments on “The Orange”

    • Pat

      Loved this poem. Reminded me of my little great granddaughter who has just started to love oranges and asks us to “open it” for her. I shall write out the poem. Thank you.

      Reply
    • Pat

      Loved the poem. Reminded me of my little great granddaughter who has just start to like oranges and asks us to “open it” for her. I shall write it out. Thank you.

      Reply
  1. Jane

    I love this poem, reminds me that the simple things are the greatest pleasures and the most deeply satisfying parts of a good life.

    Reply
  2. Max

    I love this poem so very much. It perfectly touches on the simple joy with being alive. As someone who has struggled with depression for a long time, I especially related to the lines, “This peace and contentment. Its new.”
    As I heal, I am slowly learning what happiness feels like when it curls up in front of your hearth and decides to stay a while.
    I think the beauty of the poem comes from the feelings of tranquility it inspires. I will hold these words close to my heart for the rest of my life.

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