LESS

LESS
By Art Hyde

Less is more,
says my friend and guest.
“You’ve  had too much,
of all the best.”

Less was hers,
more was mine,
my mammoth houses,
rarest wines.

The finest clothes,
expensive cars,
country clubs, not filthy bars.

Lavish parties,
for friends with cash,
mostly cool…
more or less.

“You’re repulsive,”
said she, the guest.
A reply from me,
“But you’re a mess!”

Less is less than more can be,
I’m warm at night, and trouble free.

You have worries,
can’t sleep at night,
the winter cold will take its bite.

You’ll wait your check,
each month to see,
if life can go as pleasantly, with less, with less.

It’s really all you’ve got,
your life without, with not.

You lack the basic needs – and none the best,
your view of less, is more a plea,
of stubborn pride, less integrity.

I say, “More for everyone!”