hit home when spoken
by the least likely philosophers.
It was an attached garage cleaning,
nasty business...
broken furniture, old boards and
windows, leaves, a dead animal or two,
a scat filled disaster.
The young men toiled in silence;
the buggy-lugging of debris, the cutting
of wood... they sweated profusely
in shirts logo emblazoned.
The final inspection.... pristine,
only the rungs of an aluminum ladder
decorated the walls. I was satisfied
remembering their last visit
when important stuff was hauled away
mistakenly... though it was never missed.
As I relayed my tale of the last junk
removal debacle, the worker smiled at me
and said, "Everything eventually becomes junk."
As if hit by a two by four, I thought,
Well said my friend, well said indeed.
you find honesty in places that sometimes you don't expect
ReplyDeleteI honestly do... I have a deep love and respect for the common man. Was planning on reading Sartre's, Being and Nothingness... now there is no need.
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