A poem #76 – Possessions

Obsessed, by possessions,
with solace found in material things.
Possessed, in filling that vacancy with wanton greed;
plant not that seed, which grows to be an ugly tree.
Be not a man who gives everything or nothing,
but give something in between.
Balancing wants on Life’s fragile limbs,
as boughs bend in the ever-changing winds;
see wholly and truthfully the meaning of these things.
tell me again, what is it that you really need?

JP Collins


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