Pondering My Ribbons

I collect ribbons on my life's journey
that both mean so much and very little
as it seems on this great white gurney
that many grand achievements I whittle.
Though I have been equipped with a dull knife
I try in my own kind way to be free.
On my chest perhaps I'll pin a good wife
and maybe a million cups of tea.
But I wonder, is merely that enough,
to give meaning to my many prizes.
I have collected so much worthless stuff
though I value more that the sun rises
    for in my teal tears I can hardly view
    the wondrous big sky for its heavy blue.

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