Monday, August 27, 2018


All of this lovely stuff
Bags and beads and baubles
Shiny, glittery things
Free me from life’s foibles
Gadgets and more
What is life for
Plunder and hoard
Our final resting place
When our hair turns to grey
Seeking wisdom with age
This our eternal stay
My soul takes flight
Into the night
These wings of mine
What is forever left
Trinkets and toys and such
Does it really matter
In our ever-after
The joy it brings
Mere summer fling
Zero meaning
In a world built on dreams
Pure golden fields of green
My pockets are empty
His love is all I need

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