He wears a white uniform
That belongs to the Municipality.
While sweeping he worries about the previous night's dream.
The garbage he raked turned into currency notes
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What wonderful, original thinking! I must agree with the philosophy of Buddha on this one. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra
Wisdom penned with clarity and originality. Yes indeed - in these days of obscene consumerism, it is only death that levels the playing field and dispels unequivocally the illusion that 'things' are intrinsically important. Wonderful poem. love, Allie xxxx