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The Kiss Goodbye

By LC Van Savage

The things in my life that serve me so well
Like cars and computers, our beds and doorbell
And everything else we use without thought
And natural things that cannot be bought
Like rocks, trees and flowers, grass, even dirt
Or sunshine and rain, the sounds of Schubert.
I think all these things have life, yes, I do!
And once theyíre created, they live! Yes! Itís true!
†††† And when they break down and are no longer needed, I kiss all our old things goodbye.

Each thing around us has life and a soul
Inanimate things; a building, a bowl.
Donít say ďyouíre crazy,Ē donít call me a fool
(I know when I say this I face ridicule)
Itís just how it is. Canít help how I feel.
The life that I think things have is really real
(Well, thatís what I think and maybe Iím right
No oneís proved it different, but itís my insight.)
†††† And when they break down and are no longer needed, I kiss all our old things goodbye.

Our washer and dryer is one example
Of two things that work for me. Just a sample
Of thankless drudgery, here so that I
Donít have to scrub clothes, then hang íem to dry.
Dishwashers, lawnmowers, furnaces, fans
Garbage disposals, electric frypans.
The grey rock that holds our door open for air
That big, soft green cushion that softens my chair
All of these things give their whole lives to me
Endlessly, willingly. You must agree!
So when they break down and finally die
I have to say, ďthank you.Ē A tearís in my eye
Because they had life and now it must end
I owe them that much. Theyíve been a good friend.
†††† And when they break down and are no longer needed, I kiss all our old things goodbye.

When things in my life have worked hard to serve me
I canít just discard them. That would unnerve me.
If, for example, our car has grown old
And rusted and still, its motor now cold
And it just canít travel even one mile
(And fixing it really would not be worthwhile,)
Iíd have to replace it, but when it came time
To have it junk-piled, it would be a crime
Not to say ďThank you for your selfless toil
Youíve always been faithful, youíve always loyal.Ē
†††† And when they break down and are no longer needed, I kiss all our old things goodbye.

©2016 LC Van Savage


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