It Doesn't Take Much

I don't purport to be a complicated man.
I live to fulfill certain needs, and these,
If met, leave me contented. Keep me
Warm. Allow me silence, at least,
For extended times. Do not turn on
A damned TV or radio. They vex me
So, and feed me, Yui. You know how,
With soy sauce, garlic, vinegar and sugar,
Poured on frying rice, and shrimp, perhaps
Some vegetables. A bowl of those brings
True delight into my simple life.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-23 at 18:29

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