Adjusting To Less Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Adjusting to less,
Just may be the best thing...
To recover without guessing,
The importance of life.
Given and to be blessed.

Adjusting to less,
Just may be the best thing...
With awakening to dawn,
Without life...
To experience,
Nothing else goes on.

Participating in chased races.
Ends what fascinates.
Everyone looks to replace,
That excitement...
Fading.

Everybody seeks for more,
To satisfy a boring taste.
Until something else is craved.
And then that one day comes,
Another race is chased.
Another craving is replaced.

Adjusting to less,
Just may be the best thing.
With awakening to dawn,
That chased excitement ends.
But...
A blessed life to know this noticed,
Never bores.