Thursday, March 19, 2009
Dust & Ashes
We spend our whole lives getting stuff;
we never can have quite enough.
But when the Grim Reaper
shoves us with his sweeper
it all disappears in a puff.
Our kids do not want our old trash.
To them it's a bunch of cold hash.
They've seen it for years.
It bores them to tears;
the only thing they want is cash.
So everything we have slaved for
is tossed out the heedless back door.
What was our passion,
now out of fashion --
It sits in a dusty thrift store.
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