The Collectors…

 

As humans, we are collectors,

the closets and cubbies of our

homes are filled with things that

we seldom use, are all these

things kept because of need, or greed.

As humans, we are collectors; the

cracked mirror in the corner of the

basement, brought home from

Grandmas’ because as children it

distorted our faces, made us laugh,

need or greed.

As humans, we are collectors; boxes

of colored papers, dried plaster with

tiny hands, boxes of remembrances

that no one ever see’s, need or greed.

As humans, we are collectors; that

old chair of Great-Grandmas’ fills a

corner in the den, as well as Grandpas’

old gun given to him by a friend, need

or greed.

As humans, we are collectors; our

treasures shroud us in sorrow,

happiness or fear, still we hold it

near, need or greed.

As humans, our lives are like the mirror

that is cracked, it is not exact and when

life is over these things held  near and dear

will be toss away; and that is a fact; as

humans, we are collectors.

 

©2014.annjohnsonmurphree

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