Of All That’s Left Poem by Adnana Zeljkovic
Of All That’s Left
I discarded many words
I don’t need any more,
like old clothes.
So the things, names,
even rare friends I discarded
and made a small
usable pile
of days and all
that’s left.
A small, incoherent world
that I can deal with,
till it all crumbles,
me crumbles,
within.
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5/6/2024 4:15:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem to read and i appreciate the sentiment. Minimalism is a better way of life. We clutter our environment with to many things and people and we have no time for ourselves..........