Thoreau's Regret
Society was petty tedium to him, but woods were friend.
There, by a pond, he fashioned a simple cabin shelter
and lived with mother nature as his favored captain.
Simplicity was his theme and need a perspective thing.
If it did not sustain, bring joy or entertain, he felt it whim.
To him, accessories and treasures were error-effort reaped
for they often severed and tethered his time and energy.
To his surprise, one day, rays of sunshine flashed a prize
so artful before his eyes that he wrapped it like a parcel
and hiked home to place it in a nook on his cabin mantel.
After many weeks had passed, he noticed with a gasp
that his marbled, shiny keepsake shone artful no more.
Smoke, ash and inside-other had all its glory covered.
He could not condone what his ownership brought on.
When the next day’s morning sun shone upon the pond,
in fronds, freshly-nature cleaned, gleamed one stone.
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