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Now, Everything Is Just Throw Away
Life is so hard and we're all just trying to make it
Trying to find comfort in anything
And, sometimes we find it
And, sometimes we don't
And, sometimes we get caught in a moment
Where it feels like we found something
Something solid
Something to get us through
Another day
Another year or two
And, we promise ourselves we'll have found it by then
But, what is it we're trying find
And, what is it we're still lacking
A car
A house
A dog
A family
Some silverware
Or plates
A coffeemaker
To brew us something
To shake us awake
Or, is it something more basic, more essential
Like a foundation, or contentedness, or peace
Yet we do our best to instill in other's
The belief we are fulfilled
When we ourselves still know we aren't
Despite
The car
The house
The dog
The family
The silverware
And plates
The coffeemaker
Brewing is awake
So, what more is it going to take to finally find out what it is
And, what brought us to the point where nothing is special anymore
Because, two generations ago a peppermint candy stick
Was an appreciated Christmas gift
And, now everything is just throw away
Kind of like these very words
I'll soon forget
I feel your dismay at the
I feel your dismay at the lack of that something. Good poem.