Bones in Boxes
Poem for Day 048 – 20150218
Bones in boxes, ashes in urns,
dust in my mouth, what have I earned?
I have so many possessions,
yet I still feel empty inside.
Where is the contest I saw?
Only a grasping illusion.
Step one, stop getting ever more.
Draw the line at the today’s treasures.
So large the pile, heap no more on.
Step two, bid things a fond fare well.
Goodbye gains of shopping therapy.
No longer needed, bid adieu.
I’ve earned my overdue forgiveness.
It is time to heal and move on.
I will have needed possessions,
they will not own my human soul.
No contest at hand, none to see.
Only a chance to be free.
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