Stuff
Why do we fill our lives with stuff?
Why do we fill our lives with stuff?
Seemingly never having enough.
Then we pass down our values, generations want more,
Why do we do it? Not really sure!
Maybe, just maybe we’re filling a space,
That aching inside us not shown on our face.
Do we just keep on going, and cover the mess
That we’re leaving behind in a land filled with stress.
Or do we open the tin, put away on the shelf,
And get out and share just a sprinkle of self.
So when we see others sink as they struggle to cope,
We could maybe just offer a heart filled with hope.
It is refusing to let me set the date and time, aghhhhh! So, this was actually posted at 6.20 am today. (Thurs 23rd) Thank you for all your lovely comments yesterday. It is the second day now so I am prepared for constructive criticism too! xx
ReplyDeleteis this what is in your tin? Lovely words to sprinkle on me :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely. That is such a good poem. I have got a very very clever friend...
ReplyDeleteAwwww!! Sooo lovely! :D xxxxxxxx
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