I went to Savers on the other day
And what struck me right away
Was how many things placed in the store
That were obviously from dead people not needed any more
There were James Last vinyl record collections of yesteryear
And a 50-year wedding anniversary plate held dear
So when you shuffle off this mortal coil
Your things will become an op shop foil.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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