The Attic Poem by Edwin Hopper

No I'm not going soft.
I'm sure it's in the loft.
I'm just not quite sure where.
Be careful that will tear.

Now that should have a base.
Maybe it's in this case.
If we give this a heave.
Perhaps under the eave.

Sorry. I really must,
clean out this horrid dust.
Do you remember when,
so long ago back then.

You kids were all so young,
And I was really strong.
Yes. I hear what you say.
Just throw it all away.

One day YOU chuck it out,
Wait till I'm not about.
You can rent a big skip,
take it all to the tip.

Yes you heard what I said.
But please wait till I'm dead.
It's not junk like it seems.
These things are my dreams.

Kept here, in case maybe,
you have a new baby.
I hope you're still trying.
Oh. Please don't start crying.

No. I didn't mean it
Of course you mustn't quit.
Oh. We are in a state
and, it's getting quite late

Lets have a cup of tea,
and then maybe we'll see.