Perishable goods

Our bank accounts
Our health
The houses we live in
The people we love
The institutions we trust
The careers we pine for
The politics we’d die for
The breath in our lungs.
All goods in the end are perishable.
Not much lasts forever.
So perhaps its to best to live
With an open-handedness
That doesn’t grasp too tightly
On things that, by nature,
Are always slipping away.

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