Tribute To Harry

Lucky to be a Simple Man One reads about the famous ones, them that live a life of stress, about taking all sorts of pick-me-up-pills then downers, so they can rest. Well I’m just an ordinary guy with nothing to call my own, but life to me is still up and down without the use of any poison of a sort. The movie stars worry about their movies, the recording artists just the same, big Businessman thinking of his next contract, the player of his next game. Some days I’m on top of the world the next deep in its abyss, so I just sit and write poetry that gathers in and around my head. (Then just worry about them that worry.) © Harry J Horsman 1988 The reason I picked this poem of Harry’s was because I, too, can see that being a simple man (or woman in my case) is so much more beautiful, more peaceful, more restful than being sophisticated or pretentious, cultured or chic, complicated or clever in the ways of the world. I can easily see, and read from this sample from Harry, that being simple in this complex world is a blessing in disguise. Being simple, though often unacknowledged, is the most amazing blessing from above. The simple life surely is a life of joy, peace and wonder beyond what I might surmise without knowing a simple life.