I could do without a lot of things in life
Like pain, deceit and strife
Yet they seem rife
As I step through the earth
Though there is something of worth
That we need from birth
Those things you cannot do without.
Love and compassion, no doubt.
Joy and care are worth a shout.
We struggle without something
And thrive without others.
What do we need to be without?
What are we without that we need?
Luxuries and material possessions bleed
A sense of materialism
A prison almost
The Soul cannot go without love and its substance
Material objects creates no soulful nuance
Unless they remind you of a moment of love
A moment that your soul cannot go without.
Without a chair can you sit? Without a bed can you sleep?
Without someone at your side can you love them deep?
What are the things to have and to hold and always to keep.
In the centre of the mind in a heartfelt weep.
The things that warm the soul.
Sworn and whole.