
Anyway my friend Leigh was cleaning out some stuff and was sort of worried he should not have of thrown some stuff away. So a poem was written to document the event:
life is rough - so use less stuff
when in doubt - throw it out
set them free, set them free
if they return it was meant to be
when in doubt - throw it out
set them free, set them free
if they return it was meant to be
It is sad that people do loose touch with each other. Sometimes I think life is just like a big bus station. People sit down - wait for their bus - and leave. And then you wonder what bus they got on and where they went.