When I was younger I had great expectations and dreams. I wanted to be a rock and roll star. I envisioned fancy mansions, cars, lots of exotic travel, and millions of dollars in the bank. It took awhile to get to simple is as simple does.
As a creative writer I like to post an occasional poem at Hip Diggs. I’m going to base this one, Simple Is As Simple Does, from my experience with the changes that led to living a more minimalist lifestyle.
I wanted it all, the fortune and fame,
money, cars, airplanes, and guitars.
I saw myself on the stage, everyone
cheering me on. But simple is
as simple does.
I lived in a trailer, worked like a dog,
to get to the top. Packed my bags
for Nashville, Tennessee. My tune had
changed, but the dream remained.
Oh, simple is as simple does.
I went off to school, got a degree
in talking on the radio. Could still
make that million yet. Visions of luxurious
things still dancing in my head.
Still, simple is as simple does.
I got married, bought some stuff, filled
the house, moved a couple of times,
discovered I was getting weighed down.
Simple is as simple does.
I found life getting more complicated,
kids, car payments, mortgages, cell phones,
stuff, more stuff, and more stuff still.
I started to think, “what’s the point?”
Life was easier in a trailer, working at
a minimart. So I started getting smart.
Simple is as simple does.
Now I’m saving money, energy, and time.
Living with less and looking to climb
further down the ladder that I started up
with a dream so long ago.
I think of what life is and what life was.
Simple is as simple does.
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