The Selfish Hermit

 I wrote this one I think because I had a love-hate relationship with things in my home growing up.  In many ways, things became something my father used to try and have a bond with me that, sadly was detrimental to me on an emotional level.  I have learned over time that it is relationships with people and with yourself that brings you true happiness.  Things are only things and can only bring joy for a time...but that joy is fleeting.

--KH

There once was a selfish hermit who never shared

And he hoarded things...lots of things...all to himself

He had paper clips with no paper to clip to

Staples with no stapler to fit into

Lampshades which he'd wear on his head instead of putting them on a lamp instead

There were half-broken Frisbees and fish bowls without fish

Baseballs without mitts

There were even bikes without wheels,

Shoes without soles

And moldy swiss cheese...without holes!

And to add to this useless stuff, he had a hole in his heart to refused to be filled up

And he lived out his days sad and dejected

Lonely and rejected

Without friends and without anyone to complete him or make him feel loved

And he lived like this day after day...year after year...till finally one day he decided

That instead of being selfish he should try to give

He started with smiling and dressing a little better

He got rid of all the broken things and the clutter that was in his way

And he started to change...day by day...

People started to treat him better.

And one day he met a woman...

Who had a stapler for his staples

Lamps for his lampshades

Fish for his fish bowls

And mitts for his baseballs.

And they became great friends and finally married.

And the one thing they loved to share together...

Was swiss cheese with holes.