Tell me secrets of a simple life

Whisper to me tiny tales of clothes pins

And well worn shoe laces

I know that you have small spaces

Hidden and clean but cluttered with treasures

Where you curl up and read those magazines

Stolen from the dentist’s office

Littered with articles about faraway places

With strange names that seem to change in your mouth

In that tiny time you take

You travel far from your simple life

To the worn stories of other souls

And you see for however simple

They seem

The soul

Is infinite