Reality's Dumpsters Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reality's Dumpsters



Looking, closely, down at earth from above in my mind, watching everyone scurry, be busy filling their pocket-
books with money.
Searching for presents or gifts for those they love so
much.
Wouldn't it be nice if they could be still long enough
to spend time with their families and friends, instead
of looking for peace, presents and gifts in reality's dumpsters - earths stores and markets?

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