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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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