Twenty Dollar Words (poems)

I think we aim too high
With the words we use so much
They’re high falootin, haughty
And they miss the simple touch.
The touch that hears some children laugh
That sees the ice-capped lake.
That walks the dog with sleepy eyes
Or pin-points lust’s mistakes.
I used them too, could not see through
The bull’s eye toss , a child
Would score.
So clear, God near.
So needful, less is more.