Luke 12:13-21
This hoard of yours
Yes I know
We leave things in the end
Let go
Leave things behind
When the time comes to go
All these things that mean so much
Mementoes souvenirs
Books
When I go
They will lose their meaning
No longer holding yesterday today
Just stuff
And stuff and more stuff
No pockets in shrouds we say
When I leave I only take myself
Am I ready to proceed?
Lead on McDuff
Brian Fahy
17 October 2022
Erris Poetry 