I’d rather not just grasp
For more and more
On to the next thing
After the smallest taste
Of the one we’d just been coveting
Everything becomes
So cheap and hollow
Sell it or toss it
Like you did with Grandma’s dishes
Gathering dust on the shelf at Goodwill
Better to savor the moment
Save some things for later
Enjoy right here, right now
Instead of next thing
How about right here instead?
That’s what makes special memories
The pie mom only msde for July 4th
Grandma’s Thanksgiving turkey
That cup of hot oolong you’re holding
The quiet moment reading while the house sleeps
That’s the good stuff
And if we stop the cycle of covet, hoard, toss we might just notice it
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