a poem.

Originally wrote this poem a while ago, I think maybe for a class, but maybe not.  I can't remember.  Anyway, I think it is appropriate for this time of year.




Material Things

When it comes to money,
Or power, or property,
Or material things,
How much do I really need?

If you take it all away --
What does that leave me?
Does it make me
Less of a person?

Should I hoard it all away
For years of rainy days,
Or let the desire fade away --
No more haunting by those ghosts?

Whatever happens happens --
Life should be about living.
Love and friends and family
Are all anyone really needs.

So maybe I will just
Circumvent the rest
Living life the fullest,
Simply, and with zest.