It’s Just Stuff

I have things to lean upon
Things to help me by
Stuff that gathers endlessly
Yet doesn’t pile high

It’s stuff that I use to justify
A life I have to separate
Things that show me why
I live to have a fate

I don’t gather to impress
To have or just to hold
I have things to show me that
Life just goes on to old

I mirror my life with things
Past and present as well
Recollections in solid form
Mostly stuff they sell

I don’t care to make a stack
In the end it falls away
And must be passed along
When I have met my day

But while its here, and I am too
It has a role I see
It brings me some happiness
It’s more or less just me

Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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