There is so much of my life in storage
Two units oh dear me
Twenty years packed away
And when I open things I say
What did get into me
To pack away yes all this junk
But somethings make me see
The rat pack people that we are
No more I’ll get rid you’ll see
I have committed to go down to one
And hopefully I’ll see
Yes much more boxes thrown away
Before they get rid of me
Yes I am left with accumulated junk
Not collected just by me
My wife and her mother who have left this soil
Wanted to keep most of it you see
And it has been hard to trash
Yes much they did love
I know it was once special to them you see
But the memories they had
Are not in mine
And I dispose of them but not with glee
I know I have found
Things I have kept for years
My toys and my grandfather’s lighter
These things spark a memory
Of the times long ago
And many times it is tears for me
But I must plug on
The funds I pay to keep
These ‘Treasures’ yes soon I’ll be broke
So I continue to bag
All the junk that I find
To make room for my ‘GOOD STUFF’
BY RGAI
