The Ugly Nature of Stuff

“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