Possessions

The dirt lays silent on the ground

the prints left behind leaves no

memory of laughter or tears.

A fistful in hand 

and it still does not reply.
It is just blackened soil that in

the end will still be nothing more.

Possessions held dear 

with excitement in the eyes,

it cannot give back the attention

or love that it has received. 

It knows nothing of the heart,

it is only a tool that carries away

the reality of the outside world.

A swing creaks
as it sways back and forth!
The trees are in their glory

not even they can talk.

No teasing and song can be heard,
for it is just wood that will
wither away in time left in dust.

The work and effort cannot be

thanked, it is just a thing that

takes your life away. No love

or worship will be given in praise.

Our eyes have been covered,

we reach to the stars for something

that when we leave we can never take.

No memories will touch them 

in heart and soul, no tears will

fall from their eyes when life 

has taken its last token from you.

Along the way of life people have forgotten

that those who love, will be the only ones

that matter.