But like a favorite flowering bush,
improved by pruning here and there.
But often find that the new branches,
lead us down paths to beware.

Simplify, downsize, and give to the poor,
for you never know if you will arrive there,
overburdened with excess hubris,
could be someone else's good fair.

For when our time is over,
matters not what we have on hand.
It matters what we left behind,
was it stuff or something grand?