For the Better

poem by: MARYANNE CAMPBELL
Written on Oct 07, 2018

Too much of nothing can change a man…

For the better…

For all who accumulate are slaves to their accumulations

For you have to house it

Protect it and perhaps pay for it

Again and again and again

You can’t take it with you when you go

And how do you exactly know

If you will have anyone to hand it off to

In the end

And will they keep it

Care for it

Slave for it

-As you did?

When you compare the minimalist lifestyles

To those of the decadent

Is it really so magnificent

To discover

Psychologically

We manipulate people

Systems

Biology

And ourselves to

Drive luxury vehicles

And inhabit houses with more rooms

Than we need fill

With finery to impress others

Who could positively

At sheer will

Not give 2 fucks

About you or me

Or our possessions

To feel that much taller

In our smaller minds

Working numerous hours overtime

Neglecting all

Who should matter

Too much of nothing can change a man…

For the better…

Take the backpacker

With nothing but a satchel upon his back

Who trades accumulation for experience

Because in the end

Will what you have even matter

When you thrive on the pattern

Of remembering your existence

As the things you did

How you lived

What and who you saw and met

Along the way

(Who looks back to ponder all the accumulation

They collected over their lifetime)

Are the diamonds more beautiful

Than the Egyptian sunset

Or the rushing waves on the beaches of Malawi

But you’d have fortune instead of adventure

And wonder why your mind ventures

To make the statement

“Too much of nothing can change a man…”

Because you will most assuredly

Reference the title line in the end…

 

Tags: Inspirational, Hope,

 

 

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