
Growing up I had always heard
“It’s not that simple”… simple seemed a word
That denoted something too ordinary, too crass
Complexity was somehow associated with class
I was taught to use difficult words to appear erudite
To display gravitas, not be perceived a neophyte
Whether in art, literature, geometry or science
The real meaning was hidden between the lines
So what I understood at first was too simplistic
A deeper dive was needed, the world was made for a mystic
Or so it seemed- thus the lesson that I in childhood imbibed
Was that everything of importance had a complex vibe…
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Now I am older, with experiences varied
From preconceived notions, I want myself freed
The more I understand the world, the more I realize
To simplify things is the way of the wise..
Complex operations broken down into parts
Speeches rendered in simple words that touch many hearts
A complicated equation using simple methods solved
From pompous complexity to simplicity- my perspective has evolved
Complicated recipes using ingredients galore
With flavors jostling for space, do not interest me anymore
Give me a simple meal composed of ingredients few
Where I can discern the meal’s composition too
Cleverly written stories with convoluted plots
Could be interesting to some, to me they are not..
Give me a simple yarn, a fable, any day
An ordinary story that teaches a lesson along the way
And who cares if I appear erudite
When my captive audience is my young child who wide-eyed
Listens to me expound on topics myriad
If he did not understand me, that would be sad..
Thus to make everything simple for him is my goal
I thoroughly enjoy this reversal of role
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Once I had viewed complexity as a virtue
Now I profess simplicity for me and you…
Gotta love that saying: ‘Why use a large word when a diminutive one will do’
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