When Sagacity Strums Her Ever-Luvin' Lute
Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 7:01 pm
Less is more than not enough
while too much is a waste.
Handfuls held in fists tight clenched
leave lovers feeling chaste.
Spoons of different lengths and size
are fit to not be near,
and disharmony, whose notes bereave,
brings naught but tears, I fear.
Wisdom horded and never shared
takes root in rot, beware.
But given freely, an antidote
to all who'd have a care.
So, less than more will still suffice,
and contentment can be known.
Some give and take can mean the night
is never spent alone.
(We gather what we've rightly sown).
while too much is a waste.
Handfuls held in fists tight clenched
leave lovers feeling chaste.
Spoons of different lengths and size
are fit to not be near,
and disharmony, whose notes bereave,
brings naught but tears, I fear.
Wisdom horded and never shared
takes root in rot, beware.
But given freely, an antidote
to all who'd have a care.
So, less than more will still suffice,
and contentment can be known.
Some give and take can mean the night
is never spent alone.
(We gather what we've rightly sown).