Where is all the stuff that I used to hold dear
Where did my beautiful possessions disappear?
Since I know my house has not being raided
They must be in “safe places” that have faded
From my memory, they were precious to me
So in order to care for them meticulously
I cleverly hid them in corners where they could lie
Untouched, undisturbed, away from a prying eye
Those curated objects could be
retrieved
As often as I fancied, or so I believed..
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With social interactions minimized during pandemic years
I “lost” my possessions in my house, I fear
Things that in a thriving social life were in use
Are nowhere to be found, I rack my brain for clues
The special hiding places have slipped from my mind
Whatever I look for, I never seem to find
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My frenzied quest does unearth forgotten treasures
Finding things tossed into oblivion is one of life’s pleasures
I pledge this time I shall put my things away
In more obvious places, that can in my mind stay
Who knows whether a year later I would be
Able to remember their locations perfectly?
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I wax philosophical and wonder if my possessions prized
Are actually that valuable to me- and I realize
That to say that I love them is an exaggeration indeed
They are objects that fulfill a material need
Sometimes they lift my sagging spirits for a while
By making me feel beautiful, they make me smile
But objects cannot love you back anyway
Even the brightest diamond’s magic does not stay
So I use them, store them away and turn my attention
To the things that matter- like social interaction..
Passion...unbridled 