Sorting through my stuff

Piles to pitch or keep

With a sigh and huff

Piles are getting steep

How did I collect

All these crazy things

Oh blast what the heck

As I work I sing

Stuff is not success

But symbols of greed

When we're at our best

Little do we need

Help moving boulders

Kind words for our ears

Pats on the shoulder

Advice for our fears

Hugs when we are sad

Help bringing down walls

Love when we are mad

A hand when we fall

Food for our table

Water we can drink

A cozy stable

Where we catch a wink

We do not need things

Just a loving heart

And a soul that sings

Keeps away the dark