i walk through this thrift shop
as an old and withering man
i see the products of a lifetime
and i imagine them in my hands
that lamp would've fit nicely
on the table in our living room
and that blouse in the corner that i see
my darling, she had the same one as her
these old and worn out books
were once my constant entertainment
they inspired me to write and to travel
and now they've been banished to the wastebins
metal castings, music to listen to, movies,
denim jackets, photographs of people long since dead,
paintings and mirrors and gadgets,
hats, pants, shirts, shoes,
neckties in every color
somebody else lived their life with these
and soon i'll be giving up mine like all the others
we all spent our lives
buying things and wasting precious time
so i know that someday soon
all my things will be bought by you
life moves in waves