How simple is Simple?

Simple is many things,
But to me it means something new.
It is to everyone as everything,
Be you black, white, German, or Jew.

Simple is not having to think
When it might be most profitable,
For who dares to strain his brain
When the result may well be pitiable?

Simple is sleeping on a grassy hill,
Surrounded by sunshine and earth.
Why cramp your back and bruise your behind
Whilst napping on stony hearth?

Simple is petting the family cat
Whether it wants to be touched or not.
One never knows when the furry feline
Will end up in the dinner pot.

Simple is giving a stranger a little peck,
Just a quick kiss on the cheek.
It’ll make his day, just as sure as I say:
Cast of your shroud and don’t be meek!

Simple creates lifelong friends
Drawn together by similar likes.
It could be building cars or reading books,
Chasing girls or riding bikes.

Simple is as Simple does,
There’s no doubt in my mind about that.
But where did Simple come from?
Answer the question and to you I’ll take of my hat.

I heard a story from way back when
Of how Simple came to be.
It’s an easy tale, to be sure,
Simple for both you and me.

But even now it’s too simple for you,
Though you really want to hear the story
Of how Simple came to be
In a tale of blood and glory.

There will be no blood and of glory less,
But I’ll tell you the truth of the matter,
Just so long as you let me speak,
So as to end this idle chatter.

Simple came from a faraway land,
Bringing with him extraordinary ideals.
He had a dream to change the world,
So complex with its complicated appeals.

Complex heard of Simple’s wish
And laughed until she cried,
For she was not the least bit worried;
“He’ll not succeed,” she said, “if he tried!”

But Simple was not about
To give up the good fight.
“I’ll never back down,” he said with glee,
“Not until I make things right!”

Simple went around town
To the strangers he didn’t know,
Telling them the complications
Of being no substance and all show.

He taught the people how to love
Without much fuss or war.
His name they spoke in whispers,
His legacy would go down in lore.

The people began to be simple,
And dropped their complex manners.
They saw the light and soon got rid of
Their standard daily planners.

When Complex heard what had happened,
She threw a fit worthy of spoiled kings,
For Complex was a jealous lover
And didn’t want Simple touching her things.

She marched into the village
And got right into Simple’s face.
“Get out and never come back!” she screeched.
“This is my town, my people, my place!”

Simple just laughed and took her by the hand,
Explaining things to her as he went.
He showed her all that he had done,
Straightening out the awkward and bent.

Complex was still angry,
But not as much as before.
Simple had sound reasoning,
But a different problem had taken the floor.

Not only was she jealous,
Full of envy and self-doubt,
But now she had lost her kingdom
To some simple-minded lout!

He had freed the minds of the people,
And gave them a new way of thinking.
He didn’t complicate their lives,
Or their habits of eating and drinking.

Complex didn’t like this
And sought to protest.
“It isn’t very fair,” she decided.
“I’ll show him who’s best!”

So she turned to argue once more,
But great was her surprise
When Simple up and kissed her,
A move both foolish and wise.

Simple thought that it was the end for him,
So angered Complex would be,
But what better way to shut her up, he thought,
And I must confess that I agree.

But to his own shock
Complex kissed him back,
Moving in with experience
That he surely thought she’d lack.

“Teach me to be simple,” she said,
“I want to learn your ways.
Teach me and I’ll be yours,
Faithful to the end of days.


“I can’t change my character
Or the definition of my being,
But I’ll complement your ideals,
And the contrast is pretty keen.

So Simple won the day,
The cause, and the girl.
He could’ve taken a royal title,
Such as Duke, Prince, or Earl.

“It’s too complicated,” he said,
His arm around Complex’s waist.
“Why have it all when I’m satisfied
With just a simple taste?”

So ends my tale,
And I hope you understood.
You haven’t met Simple yet,
But the encounter would do you good.

Complex still owns your mind,
But her lover will soon see
That you belong to him,
Wherever you may be.

For how simple is Simple,
To want to spread his thought?
His wonderful ideas
That can’t be traded or bought.

So remember this next time,
When you hurt your brain while stressin’.
Simple is just around the corner,
Ready to give you a simple lesson.

Take my advice and run along;
Find Simple before it’s too late.
You never know when Complex
Might try to take over your fate.