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The Appraisal

A poem by Teri LaBuwi

By Teri LaBuwiPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The Appraisal
Photo by Paolo Bendandi on Unsplash

New baby!

All that you own

is bestowed by adults who like to

forge tiny replicas of themselves.

No wealth of your own.

Adolescent,

earning allowance.

Now you can buy things, small toys

that make you smile! Wasteful trinkets.

What value these?

Teenager—

you’ve made your first wage.

Congratulations. But wait! Comes taxes,

deductions. That’s real living —

responsibility!

Adulthood…

Fixed in the rat’s race;

capital evaporates. Balloon mortgage,

added material references!

No end in sight.

Pensioning?

You need much less now.

Time to simplify - why don’t you downsize,

donate, release? All things lose value

multiplied by years.

Dying man,

Holding no quarter.

Carbon footprint reduced; one’s true worth

measured by small, recalled fragments.

Soon, you’ll forget.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Teri LaBuwi

Teri LaBuwi is a talented multi-media artist, writer, and poet from Northern Virginia, where she has also made a name for herself as a successful real estate broker and consultant. Some of her works are displayed online.

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