Who are we at our core
"To begin with a healthy brain, before decay to mar this refrain”
*The Poet*
A simple man, with simple dreams,
Uncomplicated for what it seems.
Basic right back to the core.
Truth and wholesome and nothing more.
Making me, God levelled the score.
Simple living is all I am good for.
A serve of bravado, a healthy brain,
A sense of fairness to use now and again,
An eye for beauty for a wonderous scene,
A heart to lament what might have been.
A voice to cry out for those in pain.
Strong hands to toil to ease their strain.
A simple man with simple needs.
A simple life full of simple deeds.
I don’t reach for fame to compete.
Careful I don’t trample flowers at my feet.
To search right back to the core,
Sorry to say, you won’t find much more.
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