TOO MUCH STUFF
We have a lot of stuff in every
corner of the house
And we’re running out of places it can fit.
There are boxes in the kitchen;
is full of junk
And there’s nowhere in the living room to sit.
There are clothes in every closet
that I haven’t worn for years
And photographs I never even share
There are handkerchiefs from relatives
monograms, of course
And neckties too embarrassing to wear.
In the kitchen there are gadgets that
I’ve never seen before
That can’t be used for cleaning or to cook
We have bookshelves in the bedroom—
the titles, I’m afraid
Are in places where I’d never think to
There are folders
in my file cabinet taking lots of space
With records I’ve forgotten
But every time I look in there
For things I really need ,
Of course, it’s always something
I’ve thrown out.
I’ll wade through all the stuff that I’ve collected through the years
dust if off for better or for worse
Because I never know what treasures
I will find in the debris
That will help
in writing one more rhyming verse.