One fine day we will sit surrounded
by all of the things we measured our lives
by
things we fought for
things we borrowed
things we bought and sold out for
things we coudn't afford
things we didn't need
things other people needed but we kept
anyway
And then it will occur to us
in those last moments
that those things
didn't make us who we are
they are just things
It is the people we loved
and the lives we touched
that really matter
c07sew
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