I wish of that of use to bes, and yearn of <br />the time that's long gone by; for in the twilight <br />of my life, all seems finally clear, for the nearer <br />death...the clearer life. Now surrounded by <br />'material things' that I have labored for, I <br />have come to realize that in such things, <br />everything is nothing-for they are only things. <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-stuff-only-things/
