When everything you possess is gone:
You will be but a sign on a train bridge to jab the social conscience.
You will remain the name that someone associates with a debt, whether paid or not.
You with impunity will be unencumbered to fill your life with a whole bunch of new stuff.
You will realise a freedom unsurpassed.
You will be but a stain on someone's favourite shirt.
You may be blessed by someone who will generously share gratis as you once did.
You will recall some of it with sadness and fondness but this will diminish over time.
You may rejoice at the material disconnect.
You will have the where with all to grow in new directions unexpected and rarely experienced by others.
You will have an excess of space and a corresponding epiphany that less is so much more.
You will know that a largesse of heart is glimpsed in the tiniest act of generosity.
You will confirm that experiences while ethereal in memory are the greatest indelible possession.
You will know that realization is invaluable, enduring and priceless.
You will know that kindness, truely is the essence of humanity.
You will become, with an almost infinite opportunity to be.
To some it may appear to be a tragedy, losing material possessions but your poem reversed the negativity of this kind of thinking. Thank you for pointing out that which is essential. Very very good write.
Signs of disconnect, signs of un-possess. Reads like a calendar of affirmations with a clear message of what is and is not important in the daily building of our life. Nicely done!
My sign is on a bus shelter, addressed to someone spending their waiting time filing away the wooden seat. BRAIN DEAD WOOD PECKER Is there a difference between remaining and waiting?
a sign on a train bridge to jab the social conscience...... you are a rare soul who comes to such lovely conclusions and lines as this...You will know that a largesse of heart is glimpsed in the tiniest act of generosity., , , , this is so perfect....tyvm for sharing... karen
You will know that kindness, truly is the essence of humanity. How are we going to be remembered and how are we going to remember ourselves? Great poem..10 marks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very philosophical piece of writing - well done Danny.