The Arrowhead

The Arrowhead
Gloria Attoun (Ah-TUNE)
3:15

When I was born I hadn’t much, only skin and blood and bone
A heart a soul a wondering mind, a simple life a simple home.

But as I grew I slowly gathered books and papers, threads and rings
I found myself surrounded by a lot of lovely useless things.

One morning I went for a walk to breathe the air to greet the trees
Delighting in the hills and grass of nature’s true simplicity.

And as I walked my head bent down, out of the corner of my eye
An arrowhead so pure and white was what was left from some lost tribe

And when I’m dead and when I’m through and all my body’s decomposed
What will be left of me to see of all the objects that I chose?

When I was born I hadn’t much and when I die what will there be?
One hundred years after I’m gone, what will there be left of me?