I ‘m not a sentimental person
I hoard nothing
My criteria for chucking out things is
If you can go through a whole year without some possession
you may as well, dump it
I’m serious
Give your old clothes to charity
Perhaps sell your precious antiques on E-Bay
Keep as little as possible
and, you’ll be surprised
You don’t need much more than the bare minimum
to lead a carefree and uncluttered existence
Keep it paltry
whatever you keep
Apart from a smattering of clothes
amass as few momentos as necessary
Like, scant photographs
Not, whole albums
A negligible number of CDs
Other knick knacks
But, not old letters
They’ll only get shoved away at the back of some cupboard
And, though you think, you’ll reread them, one day
that day will never come
Don’t let your weary relatives
get engulfed in your personal effects
till long, long after your death!
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