Things Poem by Ragy Sandid

Many times people want things
And things are what they get
They look at them as object with wings
That will take them aboard a fancy jet

Things end up exactly as things
They stay where they are staring
As if humans are slaves and they are kings
Looking at their subjects as if they are wearing
Then any human would look at things
And wonder what it is they do with them
What kind of joy do they bring
When one is actually through with them

Then things stay on as humans get old
And humans lose touch with the value of things
Wanting them so much, they're cheaply sold
Because humans just get bored with boring

It's funny how so many things are measures
By things that human can easily let slip
In feelings, thoughts and other ways called treasures
To leave one human and on the other take their grip.