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My heart has a beat, my mind can still think,
But everything else just continues to shrink.
The house that I loved and cleaned and filled,
Fresh sheets, good food with a garden tilled,
Has a new family now and where am I?
In a smaller place, where I shall die.
I've given away so much once treasured
By a different scale now life is measured.
We've sorted and labeled, given truckloads away,
My son and daughter have had their say.
Not much looks familiar in my one-room home.
No privacy, no treasures, no room to roam.
My surroundings have shrunk, my possessions gone,
In the game of life, I have become a pawn.
Downscaled, shifted, shrunken in size
Not only my surroundings, it's no surprise,
Just as my world has closed in on me,
I look and wonder; where can I be?
At the end of this life, proportions have changed
My once strong body is rearranged.
Sunken, shrunken, in weight and in height,
Hearing muted, dimmed in sight.
So hard we work to gather and store.
More stuff, bigger house, more, more and more.
Running faster and faster, hither and yon,
Stop now to enjoy the dusk and the dawn.
Oh how I have learned in my shrinking life,
None of that mattered, none of that strife.
One day it is gone except for the love,
Learn to store treasures for heaven above.
"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matthew 6: 19-21 (NKJV)
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