How a Mess is Made a poem I wrote in 2011

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How a Mess is Made



Sweaty socks, lost shoes, torn pages, stains clothes, it's all the same.
A mess in the making, it starts before we even know our name.



A little of this a little of that, how soon the clutter does grow'"
How soon we forget, that treasure we once purchased with glee wishing for all others to know.



Money spent, money gone.
Money earned, money lost, money bellows out as fast it soars away --