("High Timberline Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
When I was young, I didn’t have much. Which means I didn’t worry About it being taken away. Didn’t worry about robbers, private or public, And didn’t care about changing the world. That wasn’t the brand of hubris I was born with. Now that I’m old and retired there is a lot to lose, My life and family, savings, property and stuff. So I pay more attention to those who preach The doctrine of redistribution, hope and change. It’s easy to get caught up in it all Since it’s always in the news. But it’s also easy to forget there's an easy way out, A simple and sure way out of hoping And worrying what change will come. And that is to simply sit, On your own private cushion, or better yet Beside a dog. But best of all, outside, amid the greens Under the clouds in a sky of blue And let the sounds and sights of nature Give you all you need. No need for hope or worry about changing a thing, The world is doing just fine within you and without you. (9/10/26)
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