Discarded Tin

Discarded blue enamel tin;
Beer bottles saved from abandoned breweries.
We walk thru our crowded din
To laugh at our insatiable need for sundries.

We define ourselves with stuff
Wooden eggs, milk cans, and coffee pots
Antiques decorator pieces sure enough
But let’s grasp the real mission of our lot.

We need to love each other more
We need to run, laugh, and fall naked to the ground.
We need to think more off shore.
We need to get off our duffs and out of town.

Discarded kitchen things won’t define
Us in any weird sense for all eternity
So let’s let our light shine
And pull some one else out of disparity.



By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs