I had to sell my dozer–
I can no longer push.
My tractor too–
Last harvest sown.
My guitar was sold–
My mind stopped playing.
I sold my house and land–
I need no place to live.
I let the money go–
No longer need I buy.
I gave away my jackets–
My body no longer warm.
I gave away the night–
Never again to dream.
I let go of all fear–
What harm is there now?
Augustus / Folsom, LA / February 2017
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- Comment from author about the poem: Letting go of a lifetime collection is something we all must do and it ain't easy.
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Only the love you have sown, will you reap in the harvest of the spheres ?
I see you are not a material girl! WW
Oh, bless you. That is just what I needed. A Madona comparison. Thanks good bud.
No harm at all - an intriguing read.
Thanks Michael. I had some reservations.
No harm done, just a sense of detachment from the material things. So now what's left is you in all its essence. Great write my friend. You've done well.
Thanks, you made more sense of that last line than I did. My heart and gut wrote the last part.
Well written and expressed Great write
Forced by Nature to, once again, adapt. Something we've done all of our lives, from childhood, to young adult, to married , to with-children, to middle age, to elder. Now another adjustment means parting with old friends ( such is our collections of junk ) and it is troubling. If we stay focus to making the transition all will be well. A great expression of the sorrow at losing those things that we have clung to our entire lives. Nice one. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil for your thoughtfulness.
Good write. At sometime we must all let go.
Some things are involuntary, like my urine. LOL. Thanks.
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