What is this world coming to? I don’t read the paper or watch the news now because I’m not sure I want to know what is going on out there. It’s getting difficult to keep my head buried in the sand though. Not much oxygen down here.
I wonder what kind of world my grandchildren will live in. But my biggest wonder is about my great-grandchildren. Will they ever have a chance to lie on their backs on a green grassy lawn and watch the clouds changing shapes in the blue sky? Will they have trees to climb or front porch swings to dream on? And will they even have air to breathe that won’t choke on? We’ve done such a wonderful job of destroying everything we touch. Use it up. repair it, and use it again was once the way of life but now it’s just spend, spend, spend. Wear it once and throw it out is now the way of life. And I admit I’m probably more guilty of this than the next person. I have a small apartment overflowing with things I don’t need. For that matter some of them are things I don’t even want, just went through the catalog and “had” to have.
I’ve started asking myself if I “NEED” these things or if I just want them. It is a difficult choice for me because collecting stuff has been my substitute for love that has not been there for a long time. Someone lets me down and I buy something to fill the empty spot they left. I find I can’t really count on some of the people I was sure would be there when I need them so I buy something to assuage the pain. Only the pain remains and is accompanied by guilt for buying more stuff.
A few years ago I wrote a poem I called “No U-hauls” based on something I heard from a friend. I’m not sure what happened to the notebook I was using at the time, but a few lines were as follows:
I look and look and find the stuff I know that I must have, But I know for sure as someone said There are no U-Hauls behind a hearse.”
The sun might be coming up soon or it might be cloudy today. We might be getting rain or snow. It isn’t up to me there, But one thing I’m sure of is that morning will come but I wonder what the day will bring.
The Good Old Days! If only we had known!