My Things
My hiking boots have carried me
And suffered with me more
Than anyone I have known
My car has heard me sing out loud
And chatting to imaginary friends
Conversations with a ghost
My jacket keeps me warm
WithIn its thick embrace
When ever the world grows cold
And my shirts know me well
My favorite colors and my shape
My thoughts in print they tell
My television speaks to me
It tells me exactly what I want to hear
And silences with just a touch
Even the machines at work
Under the dirty fluorescent lights
Don't bother me as much
I'm closer to my things
Than the people that I've known
At first glance you might find that wrong
But, people are disappointing
As you’ve probably already seen
My things treat me better than most
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