Just Enough? Too Much?

Something to keep the sun from my eyes,
Something to quieten the long night sighs.
Maybe a chair to rest my weary bones,
And within reach there must be a phone.

To listen to the waves as they rush to shore,
To walk with the sand as my floor.
To find a shell that has never been touched,
Tell me, Lord, am I asking too much?-

Because I can give up the phone.

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