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
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Focal Breeze 