Material Things

Many folks are held back from moving to a better place when they retire because they have to deal with giving away, throwing away, or selling all the junk they have accumulated during the years.

What held her planted on the floor

When with the wind she’d rather soar?

Gadgets, gimmicks, gizmos, more

All once wanted, seldom needed

Friends she’d heeded

Ads succeeded…

 Material things that made her sigh

She never thought to wonder why.

A dream gone bad gave her a scare

No other image could compare

Junk chased and squeezed her everywhere

Her time and space it gladly stole

It took her goal

Her very soul…

Awake, she tossed away material things

That slowed her down and clipped her wings

To a simpler freedom now she clings.

Virginia L. Wylie



Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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