My shopping cart



some of us wheel it around inside

some of us are out in the cold

some of us hide it in a house or car

but all of us push it till we fold



the possessions, precious and meaningless

overflow the cart

sometimes we hit hard the curb of life

and out tumbles the contents of the heart



we stoop and sort it in front of God and all mankind

yet hardly an eye notices our plight

our impatience and dishonor urge us to rush

scoop our dreams back in our cart and flee into the night



we cruse and cry in our fright

forsaken by our own choice

]we continue to march on

quelling that inner voice



I push my cart with pride

and covet all that is inside