Simplicity


What I seek far yet seldom find
Is large simplicity of mind
In fellow men;
For I have sprouted from the sod,
Like Bobbie Burns, my earthly god,
From plough to pen.

So I refuse my brain to vex
With problems prosy and complex,
Beyond my scope;
To me simplicity is peace,
So I persue it without cease,
And growing hope.

“The world is too much with us,” wrote
Wise Wordsworth, whom I love to quote,
When rhymes are coy;
And simple is the world I see,
With bud and bloom and brook and tree
To give me joy.

So blissfully I slip away
From brazen and dynamic day
To dingle cool. . .
Now tell me friend, if in your eyes,
By being simple I am wise,
Or just a fool?


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Simplicity