We didn't have much stuff
We didn’t have much stuff
We weren’t poor
Or so we were told
Ya got one pair of shoes
Maybe sneakers in the summer
A few “hand-me-downs”
A “cold water flat” in the city
An old black cast iron stove
For warming feet in the winter
Had a baseball glove
Which I protected
Treated with oils
A favorite shirt
Which my sister hated
Probably why I liked it so much
We were fed, clothed, warm(?)
In my early twenties
All, and I mean ALL
Of my “stuff”
Fit into my VW bug
Including the black and white TV.
Today, I have a truck
All my stuff will fit into it
(if I leave my wife at home)
The cuffs and collars
Of my flannel shirts are frayed
My jeans faded in mysteries
I have a lot of NEW stuff
Y’know, like memories
Of kids and grandkids
Stealing my flannel shirts
Lumbering around in my work boots
So, I guess I have a lot of stuff now
It will still fit into a VW bug
For I carry it in my heart
And dream of it at night.
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