Life was so simple
when it was severe,
survival not guaranteed
but not given over to fear.
Then life got easy
when it became austere.
The spartan life then a joy
with sense of self becoming clear.
For a present-day ascetic
no writing will fly so high;
as life grows in complexity
the trials often lead me to cry.
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