Avenues of solicitation open before us uninvited, yet tempting, bringing us closer to congestion within our homes.
Trying to get rid of everything before final days are upon us, taking time to throw away anything we no longer use or want.
Holding onto keepsakes and special treasures to pass on to our children and grandchildren for generations to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem