Life is Simple


The puddle of water,
after a heavy rain,
The roads are bad,
no one to complain.

The rains grows mean,
day after day,
the puddle grows bigger,
Until there is no other way.

Folding their trousers,
walking right through,
Hop, skip and jump they did,
Men, boys and ladies too.

And then came along
a wise old man,
stared at the puddle,
and made up a plan.

rocks and ruble,
he carried along,
one by one he placed them down,
All the while humming a song.

Each step on the rock,
he crossed the puddle,
he never saw a hurdle,
he knew life is simple.




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