In honor of April’s National Poetry Month!
Contributed by Sandi Martinez
The bone you carry
Appears to make you weary,
Are you tired?
The treasures you hide under that dirt pile
Grow larger every day,
May as well bury the rest under the hay
What will you do with so much?
And how will you remember
To give is to live
To love is like rain from above
Washes over the parts that we don’t see
And we are new – no more new stuff,
Old stuff, or too much is not enough
Lego my ego,
I want to be who I am
No fluff, buff, or shuff,
Just me, you, this little place we call house
And enough love that keeps on giving…
Lego my ego would ya?
I’m empty now anyway
Nothing has become enough
Lego my ego