Treasure Island

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

(October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Letting Go


Looked all around
at the things I knew
Books and photos
lot of junk too

An accumulation of stuff
from the distant past
Things with memories
that will always last

Got one box filled
taped and ready to go
Started with the books
had to get my flow

From the first to the last
memories came and went
I had read most of the books
thought of the money I spent

It's a chore that must be done
as my time comes to an end
One less headache to leave
to my wife who is my best friend

Trying to be practical
it's the least I can do
Got to let go
it's not morbid...just true

Submitted: Thursday, December 23, 2010

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