Things

Things to adorn yourself.
Things for your home.
Things of a thousand kind, 
what do you own?

Gather it all til you have everything,
but know this that when the day’s done -
despite all your things you don’t have a damn thing… 
If the sun sets and you’ve got no one.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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