Material Self
Why do we want so many useless things?
Iphone, laptop, jewelry, branded clothes
Can we say that joy is what all these bring?
Or we use these to tease someone we loathe?
Say, a man does not have a bank account
Nor any possession under his care
Can we say his life is less paramount
Can we say his life is lived in despair?
Some people buy their coffee from Starbucks
Others just bought theirs from a random store
By doing so, they saved a few more bucks
Buy something for themselves a little more
It really doesn’t matter how we spend
These things won’t be with us until the end.
This poem is about:
Me