Empty Minds, Empty Pockets

empty pocketsEmpty minds like empty pockets,
hold nothing but fuzz and lint.
No shiny objects, no fancy notions,
ever come from either of them.
Sometimes minds, just like pockets,
get worn and full of holes.
They lose their thoughts and all their money,
when they carry too big a load.
But minds and pockets do their duty,
by stretching their limits and seams.
What wasted potential when there’s nothing there,
in our heads, or in our jeans!
Anita Stubbs
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My House of Many Rooms

I am a private person, but need a place to publish my writings, which have accumulated over the years.   I am in the autumn of my life, and feel the need to preserve some of what I have written in forms of poetry, short stories, and articles.  I have written one novel and now am working on my second one. I live quietly with my husband of 57 years, as of this coming November, in Texas.  My ancestors first came to Texas prior to the Civil War.  Other than the five or so years when we moved out of state, I have lived my life here. Anything more you may wish to know about me, you can hopefully gather from my writings, as far as my values, my character, and my impressions of humanity -- in as much and as far as I have experienced it, or imagined it.

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