There ought to be a 12-step group
for people just like me
I tend to accumulate
what’s bought and what is free.
Anything that neatly stacks
will become a pile
papers wait in many places
I have yet to file.
I have trouble throwing out
anything of use
lacking time to sort through it
is my first excuse.
Clothing I have not worn out
often hangs for years
space reclaimed from junk
refills when it clears.
Don’t misunderstand me
I know well what’s there
I know what I’ve got
and mostly I know where.
Hanging on my basement wall
an old cut-out cartoon
speaks to my mentality
a graphic self-lampoon.
“I would rather have it
not needing it at all
than to be without it
when the need does call.”
My rationale is “what-ifs”
that come into mind,
I’m always thinking that a use
someday I will find.
But I know what to say
to any clutter-hater
'Hi, my name is Fred
I’m an accumulator.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem