“Stuff! Stuff! Stuff! Boy,
do I love stuff!
I really don't think I can
get enough!
What more can I get?
Maybe a few more saws,
Though each has some flaws
A mouse-trap, too.
The screws and bolts are
rusted through,
But it can be used for the
sole of a shoe.
Cardboard boxes would be
great for my store.
I could use them for my
collecting pile of apple cores.
I can't part with my
Grandmother's old bath robe.
Old Time magazines and old
brown newspapers? By Jobe!
They could save my life one
day!”
So they keep piling up and
it starts to decay.
But one day they die and
leave it all behind.
Such seems the case with
much of mankind.
They waste away the hours
worried over junk
When they could just throw
it in the dump.
Our minds are all fuddled
from all the clutter.
Instead of taking, let's try
giving.
Instead of forgetting, let's
remember:
That beautiful smile and
kind word,
Those deep wintry gray eyes
and a flying bird,
The carefree laugh and feet
skipping to the beat,
Those strong arms to keep
you warm when there's no heat,
Friends, parties, warm
summer nights outside,
Music, the exuberant smile
of the bride.
In the end, these are the
things we'll love and remember.
So can't we let go of our
greed
And be free and happy,
indeed?
-Bethany
-Bethany
