Just Enough Is Abundance. Need I toil for more?
More means mainly reaction to feelings of doubt
That I’ll keep what I do have. Is this how to live?
There is nothing on God’s green earth I wouldn’t give
For a piece of serenity that I may tout
To the feeling collector who keeps not a score.
In my life there is plenty. I need not a thing
That can make it more meaningful. There’s not a chance
That I’ll go for the gusto that leads to the trap
Of more earning and hoarding. Such living would sap
Every bit of my soul all to better finance
All the things that addiction to ambition bring.
I have not worn a tie for some decades by now.
I consider my freedom to do as I please
An asset of great value. I have all the time
To relate to my spirit who lets living rhyme.
I need not run a rat race. I don’t live on cheese
But on what divine guidance and grace do endow.