Along the path, a muddy slip
Into the mediocre field
Or to sit under a tree for a bit
Until the bloodied knuckle healed
A bite of the hanging fruits
A nap before pulling on
The still-muddied boots
And trek where travellers belong
Looking for the complicated
Blinded all to common sense
The simple to be contemplated
To ensure the least expense
Inspired by this email from The Stoa Letter
Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – simplicity

This is spot on! The human race makes everything more complicated than it is, IMHO. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thanks Eugi 🙏
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You’re most welcome!
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Great poem, Shaun! I love the imagery in it as well as the lesson to be learned.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks Yvette 🙏
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