Shopping for trinkets was always my cure
With minimalists I did not agree
My little house holds eclectic treasure
No more garage sales and knick-knacks for me
Now the road calls inviting trip taking
Saving my pennies for food and travel
Although for resale I am now aching
Each place is an evolving carnival
Derive satisfaction from changing leaves
Float above ground on a cool autumn breeze
Nature and not to knick-knacks should I cleave
Not long until winter’s icy cold freeze
Rhinestones may glitter improving one’s mood
Nature’s dance is a more spiritual food
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem