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Cutting Back
When life becomes too complex,
we want to return to simpler ways.
Sometimes yearn for times gone by,
we think of as the good old days.
But like a favorite flowering bush,
improved by pruning here and there.
But often find that the new branches,
lead us down paths to beware.
Simplify, downsize, and give to the poor,
for you never know if you will arrive there,
overburdened with excess hubris,
could be someone else's good fair.
For when our time is over,
matters not what we have on hand.
It matters what we left behind,
was it stuff or something grand?
Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull
1/11/24
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
As we should all be reminded, never judge stuff with a harsh eye, for it just might be camouflaging grand things!
Rebecca
David