A life that’s spanned three decades,

So many things I’ve collected.

Multiple interests – jack of all trades,

A reason behind things I’ve selected.


Books, pens, and even some technology,

Rests in my private little space.

But do they hold a place in my anthology?

Or is it, rather, the thrill of the chase?


All of these materialistic goods I possess,

Only serve for the main goal and truth.

A hunger for knowledge I cannot suppress

That has followed me since my youth.


The most special of all that I own,

Are things that can’t be bought.

A heart not made of stone

And a mind with curious thoughts.


© Susan Reed

Thank you so much for stopping by and all of your support. Also, here is the track I listened to while writing today’s poem.


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