Thin

'Tis true – our past can just a burden be,
Can block – our ‘now’, not let our futures see;
But this – this group who has low interest there –
Too much – no baseline, how we got from where.

And I – whole sections of my life shut down,
Too much – the good in all the trash not found;
So boxed – and out of sight like all the rest,
To dump – so lighter load won't stop my best

They say – (that is the line of current thought).
No depth – no breadth for most in what they've brought;
The world – of things is just a cash machine –
‘You buy’– the purchasing is what it means.

Some folks – just walk away from all their stuff;
Some horde – it seems they just can't get enough
So keep – the good, the bad, and all the rest;
But then – mom's memory's gone, with it the best.

I'll pass – like junk from yesteryear some day;
Fruit from – my mom – like John I'll fade away,
Or dad – we do not think too much on him;
What is – this life whose days are oh so thin?

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