Mausoleum

This is the mausoleum
Of wealth and privilege.
Empty eyes on dusty objects
On shelves arranged to impress.
Their owners mouldering
Standing on the marble floors.
No spirit, no life
In these rich walls.
Just stuff
For the children
To throw out. 

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  1. Michael ToddSeptember 8, 2013 at 12:57 AM

    For me, the word "stuff" is one of the most powerful words in the English language. Here, you have taken it to it fullest endowment.

    I went with some friends, to a fully furnished house. It belonged to my friend's grandmother. My friend was there to see if there was anything she wanted, before it became open season to others, and eventually to auction. She told me to look through the vinyl records to see if there was anything of interest. There was. I still have that Sons Of The Pioneers LP.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeSeptember 8, 2013 at 8:21 AM

      I've been to estate auctions like that. What ever we accumulate gets left behind to people who may not have the same appreciation.

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