Belongings
Belongings gain a sadder fate
Then we do, when we die
Their owners soul they can’t revive
As if they’re always late
To catch an eye, that now can’t see
To feel the touch, that’s gone
Belongings lay aside, forlorn
Green leaves on a felled tree
Must feel the same, before they fade
And wither in the wind
Belongings, thrown into the bin
Are waiting to be saved
Relatives of the owner choose
Some items, ain’t that sad
A few belongings of the dead,
They will remain unused.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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