Stuff

It came to me
upon reflection
Life is one
great big collection

Starting with a
teddy bear
and ending with
a gasp of air

The time between
those points is rough
accumulating
all this stuff

Books and knick knacks
line the shelves
and in it all
we lose ourselves

Hand-me-downs
and souvenirs
hoarded all
throughout the years

Cups and saucers,
pots and pans,
electric heaters,
ceiling fans

Pictures, music,
magazines
amounting to
a hill of beans

Clothes and cars,
boats and planes,
nervous breakdowns,
aches and pains

Husbands, wives,
foes and friends
This great collection
never ends

And once our time
on earth goes by,
the years wind down
and then we die

We never seemed
to have enough,
and someone else
gets all our stuff



© Mike Wise
1/10/17

Tags: Humor, Rhyme, Beat, Scary,