I am not a man of many words,
Of flourish and aplomb,
I do not fill the pages up,
Before I say I am done
A simple idea needs a simple verse,
And so I keep it short
Expressing as clearly as I can,
More words are my last resort
Once thoughts have been told,
I put away my pen,
Until another inspiration comes,
I will not write again
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 