The Old Couple Poem by Kay Moore

Mr Hoard, and Mrs Save, met not long ago,
Yet recently did they realise, that they had a common foe.
Neither had been to battle, neither had been to war,
Yet each alone, agreed that, they shared a lot in store.
In years long past, as time marached by, they did the best they could.
To fill each nook anc cranny, with special, precious goods.
Nick knacks by the dozen, clothing, long since new,
Remnants of long gone eras, and broken marriages too.
Belongings of their children, and parents, golden age,
Tools and gay reminders, of each and every stage.
Some were good, and some were bad, and some were in-between,
Birthday cards and broken hearts, and empty lonely scenes.
How could this special couple, spiritually, start life anew?
Parting with prized posessions, gathered a whole life thru.
To start a new beginning, m for a life thats just begun,
Eliminate the clutter, the first of all the fun.
Their friends Mrs Give Away, and Mr No Such Use,
Could'nt tell them, which ammunition, they should choose.
This of course, they must decide, un-aided, and alone,
The strategy of a well planned attack, to create, a tidy zone.
There'll be movement in the camp, with lots to sort and toss,
So maybe now's the times just right,
To show the mess, whose boss.
It starts with lots of boxes, and empty ones at that,
Belongings being moved about, in emotional bivouac.
Their troops were both of great amass,
Supportive to the core, of long term age commitment,
Of thirty years or more.
Well dug in, and there to stay, defensive to say the least,
Yet not informed of new plans ahead, to slay the mightyl beast.
The enemy of course, being change, and fear, undaunting thereabouts,
The troops are all the crutches, stubborn lay-abouts.
All the splendid ecuses, that have been thrown against the wind,
Will all come back, like boomerangs, to knock us on the chins.
And that of course, will jar us, cause we know that's what is said,
The battlefields not in our house, its right inside our heads.
So this is very personal, a you will understand,
A battle to beat all battles, will need a master plan.
Whatever you do, just dont charge in, thats not the way to start,
The reason for beginning, must come from within the heart.
And when the timings right for them, they will feel the urge,
To lash right out and dust away, with pleasure and with a surge.
Like nothing ever seen before, they'll both be so sulrprised,
When Spirit moves within them, he, will open up their eyes.