Subject? Poem by Vincent Cibelli

Words have donne me a disservice
They are written down and recorded
And how i feel in a moment
May last for months and years
Long after the silly fallen tears
Have dried and become rain and rivers
Oceans that deliver
Foreign goods by city sized barge
To fill my attic and garages
Plastic cabinets that are rubbermaid
Do it yourself shelves from sweden
Off point i trail
In life i have failed at all undertakings
Except experience, father of learning
The problem lies in discerning
Learned lessons and keep steady
Progession despite depression
And sloth