Our world is full of so much stuff
You’d think by now we’d have enough
Where does it come from, do you know
We sure have reaped more than we sow.
There’s boxes filled up to the brim
With bits and pieces, lots of trim
Plus all of that and so much more
That threatens to burst through the door.
I’d like to think that as I age
There’s room for more upon the stage
Like hope and dreams and love galore
For all in God’s department store !
Claire V. Bogdanos 