#2728-Collections

Growing up,

I too collected stamps.

They helped me dream,

Of faraway places,

I hoped to one day see.

And so began my journey,

Collecting things in life.

In hindsight an endeavor,

Where I wasted time,

With little peace of mind.

Later in life,

I began to reduce,

Finding a different path,

For my own good.

How could I have known,

That having little,

Would feel better,

Than hankering for more.